"Do you need any help?"

"Not as such; I could use directions to a bathhouse, though. And maybe how to find you afterward."

"Follow me?" he invites, gesturing.

"Certainly." Follow follow.

The streets are straight and neat, paved smoothly and without visible cracks. While no one else wears pure white like this priest, lighter colours are common, and the architecture reflects that of the temple.

The bathhouse is two minutes away, and is a fairly large building, relatively speaking.

He goes to change, emerging in swim trunks in somewhat better shape than his traveling outfit, with his vial of dust plainly visible.

"You'll be able to find me at the temple. If you don't remember the way, ask anyone, they'll give you directions."

"All right. Thank you."

He bows slightly and returns to the temple.

He returns to the temple some half an hour later, much cleaner and in an outfit that looks out of place only for its darker colors, vial once again tucked away.

The other priest is there.

"Hello again, friend. Feeling refreshed?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm Ruel, priest of Kiraavi of roads and travel, have you heard of him?"

"I have, yes, if not much."

He nods. "We are fairly far from his domain, yes. But he's considering expanding out this way, and sent me to scout the area - we advise travelers about the conditions in different domains, among other things."

"And you would like to see more of Aarethil's?" He does not ask whether Ruel knows them; they are an old enough god with a big enough domain that it would be surprising if he didn't.

"Mmhmm. I expect to be here for a week or two, perhaps a little longer."

"You are welcome here as long as you like. Would you like me to show you around?"

"If I won't be keeping you from anything."

"Not at all."

"All right. So what should I see?"

"Perhaps the temple is a good place to start."

He nods.

The temple is pretty on the inside, as well! The waterworks outside are connected to those inside, with indoor fountains and little lakes here and there. The altar is higher up, closer to the glass ceiling, and there are various offerings on it—sand, vials of water, glass pebbles and trinkets, minimalistic but very pretty jewellery. Priests have quarters near the back, and the acolyte has a bigger one.

"I think I failed to introduce myself. I am Takuma."

Nod. "Nice to meet you."

He looks over the offerings on the altar, and then after a moment's consideration rifles briefly through his knapsack's outer pocket to retrieve what at first appears to be a wad of cloth; another moment reveals the small vial of brilliant blue powder nestled within it. "Ultramarine pigment, of the highest quality," he explains, and then waits for Takuma's approval.

He gestures towards the altar, clear approval on his face.