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Mathius pushed the doors to the temple open and cast his vision down the cobblestone walkway which led to the sprawling temple. He opted no not dress up this time, only wearing his loose-fitting black shirt that complimented his long, raven hair. Beside the seat was the same cart which held the bagged up candies and boxes of cookies Fate's Circle purchased.


He sat next to the statue of the fallen member Wulvenreign with a grin. "It's that time again. Time to allow visitors" he said addressing all three memorial statues. The statues were of Aleu, Hotaku, and of course, Wulvenreign.

A mighty tall figure stood by the doorway with an oval eye and odd dark green pupil, staring through the entrance of the temple with an odd demeanour, hard to decipher exactly however not hesitating to step through and peer around the cobble-made area.

It's stance is stood pretty straight, as if a shadow cast from Mathius himself, but before questions are asked about the strange figure, an almost mouth-like shape tears slowly from its presumed face and rips through a portion of its neck, glowing a faint white but not moving as it speaks.

"Did you build this? I don't think in all the years I've been here I have ever noticed this of all human made structures in the vicinity before..." It stays in a weird, almost choked out way that feels like the wind is speaking rather than the vocal cords of whatever stands beyond Mathius. It takes one of the almost tentacle arms tipped with white and reaches it over to the walls, lifted off the floor like a wet pasta string and admiring the texture of the dusted walls.

"Human?" He asked with a slight chuckle "no. No humans were involved with the construction of this temple." He said in a friendly tone. It seemed as if Mathius was only mildly intrigued by the visitor. He reached over to the cart and grabbed two sacks loaded with candies and trinkets.

Clef didn't seem like the one to simply walk in for a treat or trick, although not opposed to the offering of either. He continues staring at the walls reading the stories inscribed on every crack and surface before responding, caught off guard by the not human part as if he isn't something of an odd entity himself.

"Not human? What species in context, then?" He asked out of a peak of curiosity and a calm tone not usual to his chaotic personality, the thoughts in his head perhaps gathering at once to try and perceive where he is.

"Drael and Mytt did most of the heavy lifting when it came to building it. Drael is a Cer-Lædiar and Mytt...I forgot what Mytt is"

"Heh, I used to know a guy that had a species title similar. Shame I haven't seen him in a while..." Clef states with a grin ripping through his face and the once frown part sealing itself to imitate a mouth smiling, albeit in a strange manner and shape.

Clef stops admiring the build of the temple after a moment and stands back in the middle of the temple, his "mouth" closing up and stature going slightly limp.