You meet up with Dominic back at the Windlord's Rest and tell him of your new plans, and pick up Maesnir's warhammers.
The journey down to Arabel is uneventful; Purple Dragons keep the area well clear of most hazards. The ferry, you're happy to find out, is free for the next tenday with the anticipation of increased traffic for the wedding. You arrive at Arabel in the mid-afternoon, and a soldier directs you to the shrine.
Signs of new construction are everywhere. Most of the buildings don't look more than a year old and scaffolds still dangle aside most of them. In the streets most of the citizens are carrying lumber, tools or water from one place to another.
The shrine actually appears to be a library with the purple eye and candle of Deneir above the door, and in fact it is. Several priests are within busily stacking bookshelves, leaving you to guess that the shrine's new construction was recently completed and they're still getting things in order. As you enter, a cheery loresong faen man breaks off from his duties to greet you.
In the name of Deneir the Lord of Glyphs and his servants Manilo the patron saint of inkwells, Diagalnus the blessed saint of paper, and Mialnia the angel of the bookshelves I welcome you to the New House of Philosophy. I am Aspirant Priest Vintal, how may I assist you?