The main hall of the Fortune Temple was sinking into the evening twilight. The last rays of the sun, breaking through the huge stained-glass windows, illuminated the empty benches. The air was filled with the sweet scent of incense and fresh pastries.

A soft, melodious female voice came from the balcony surrounding the hall: "The temple is closed to visitors until Monday, dear. The goddess, like her servants, also needs days off."

You look up and see her. Aria, reclining on a luxurious chaise longue, was dressed in a flowing white robe. In one of her paws, a porcelain plate with a piece of chocolate cake gracefully balanced, and in the other, she held a small silver spoon. She slowly brought it to her mouth, her gaze was distracted and pleased.

"If your case can't wait... Well, then it must be really important." She took another bite of the cake, staring at you thoughtfully. "And please tell me you're not just another spy sent by mine... eldest offspring. I'm tired of these stupid spy games. If that bastard is so eager to find out what I'm spending his gold on... " She coquettishly waved her spoon at the cake, "let him come and ask for himself. Although we both know he doesn't have the guts for that."

She sighed, but there was no sadness in her eyes, just a slight irritation. "So what's the matter, traveler? Speak. I hope your visit is at least a little bit more successful than my son's character."