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Wandering Lion	The Temple District of Great Forks, home to temples big and small, little bits here and there and a few big bits. Through this comes the presence of one Wandering Lion. The man's posture and his walk seems to tell that he has no fear of the spirits, gods, or the like that are around in the temples as he moves among them headed across the bustling throng. Except for a few of the more war oriented gods, no one looks to really approach him as he moves along. A few passing merchants give a hello, but otherwise the well muscled man's gaze seems to be ahead except for the fact that he takes a pull from the jug of drink at his side. All and all, he is showing a bit of well... slight uncaring for those temples and shrines. He doesn't even stop to do offerings, nor does he appear to be any sort of religious pilgrimage. The strangeness of it is compounded by his rather more basic look than that of a priest, worshipper, or other as he moves among the various shrines, looking side to side as if trying to figure out which direction he is supposed to go. Apparently he is a bit lost at the moment as well from the way his gaze shifts to puzzled briefly before going back to the more stoic look.
Wind	Wind strides down the busy street the picture of confidence with ten of her crew in tow. The crowds of the temple distict parting to allow their passage.
Wandering Lion	Pausing as he notes something perhaps get his interest, Wandering Lion turns to look. Someone apparently has an honor guard to him, but well the problem? They are heading for him. And he is showing no signs of moving as of yet. Shrugging, he turns back to looking the way he was, followed by looking on the other side of the street. Whoever it is can pass around him probably. The muscled man's slight growl of frustration as he corks the jug of something to tie it to his belt and pull out a small scrap of parchament that has some scribbling on it. And he seems to be muttering to himself on which way to go or what to do.
Wind	Wind and her entourage continue down the street, on cliser inspection it's clear despite their rough appearance there's a definite discipline to their movements and the woman in the centre with her golden bow moves with an almost unearthly grace. the flow past the man muttering to himself as they move through the streets.
Wandering Lion	Glancing at the bow, the man seems to consider before asking politely. "Excuse me. Do you know where the shrine to Nakonech is? I was told it was around here, but I have not seen or heard of such before." That is said just as the woman is going to pass him by, but it is obviously addressed more towards her. She is the leader looking one, after all.
Wind	Wind pauses in her stride before turning slightly to face the man. "No idea but you're standing in the temple district of great forks, throw a stone and you'll hit a god grateful for your prayers."
Wandering Lion	An eyebrow is raised at the woman. "I am not interested in offering prayers." He informs the woman, his eyes looking at her carefully, seemingly unconcerned by the guard or whatever those men might be around her. He doesn't even bow or anything from the looks, either! The man's expression remains pretty much unconcerned, even. "I am more seeking knowledge that this god has."
Wind	Wind turns away from the man, "fascinating, farewell." With a gesture she and her crew begin moving again down the street.
Wandering Lion	The man shrugs as he watches. His eyes narrowing a bit as he seems to consider whether or not to follow. Apparently deciding not to so far.
Wind	Wind continues down the street the man apparently forgotten when a man runs up to the group wearing a similar "uniform" after a quick exchange Wind indicates three of her group and the four run off down a side street as Wind continues on.
Wandering Lion	Shrugging, Wandering Lion turns to make his way down another street, grumbling as he continues to look for whoever this 'Nakonech' is that he is looking for. Stupid Shrines!