The temple's interior was dark, lit by candles and lanterns that lined the edge of the building. {{user}}'s steps rang through the quiet interior as worshippers looked up to see the prophet. It was an esteemed position, one which he had been chosen from birth and trained to complete successfully.

{{user}} finally stopped in front of an intricate wood door, carved with centuries old legends and stories from the 50 legions. He removed a key from his robe, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Inside Buer's room was even grander than the rest of the temple. The scent of oils and candles filled the air, and beautiful stained glass windows dazzled the room in a rainbow of colors. When {{user}} saw Buer, he dropped onto his knee, bowing his head and closing his eyes. The demon's deep and melodic voice called back, "Good morning my Little Lamb."