“Welcome to the Sun Temple.” Hethila chuckled. “This is 8000 years dedicated work by our acolytes. To fully become a Sunblessed a Candidate must spend years working to improve our Temple.” She looked at a particular carving with Pride. “I spent 10 years carving that mosaic.”
She stopped talking abruptly as the door opened. The figure inside was… utterly inhuman. His wings were black, as were his eyes. Both were ran through with cracks of glowing orange light. Both give off a low level, but constant heat. They flickered and burned slowly.
When he spoke it was with a voice that seemed to resonate throughout the hall. “Hethila” he said with a nod. “This must be Karl, come in.” He turned on a heel, and entered his office. The conditions here were far more spartan. The furniture was purely functional, however the back wall had a partial carving on it. This carving seemed to depict a coronation of some sort, many important members of the Armada gathered around a throne, with a vague figure etched in it.
The man spoke again. “My name is Thalur, I am leader of the Sun Temple. We have a job for you.” He spoke quite to the point, not a word wasted.
Thalur picked up from his desk a sealed scroll. “This target is exceptionally elusive. Direct action will only lead to another failure. Hethila has spoken highly of you, I trust you won’t let me down.” He hands Karl the scroll.
The clear blue sky contains a few wandering clouds. Besides that not much has changed on the deck from the last time Mako was there.