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Tentatively creeping through the old, overgrown entryway the chipmunk cleric grips her medallion. It’s a protective charm that was imbued with magicks strong enough to keep her and her alone safe in this cursed temple.

It’s dark, moldy, creepy and moist but at least there’s nothing else in there with her but a few stray bugs and some old statues.