Those going to the temple find it easily, the largest structure in the village, tall and made of stone, you approach nearby when you see a white-robed woman heading towards you from the church's direction. The white-robed cleric stands with her head bowed respectfully. Large hazel eyes steal glances at each of you. In a voice as soft as breeze-ruffled grass, the young woman says, "I come in the name of Her Holiness Andress of Ilmater, Loyal Head Cleric of the Church of Ilmater in Twilight Hollow. She sent me to request an audience with you. It appears I was not needed to bring you after all. If you will allow it, I am to guide you to her."
Assuming the party goes with the cleric, you head closer to the church. Standing before the great temple is a rainworn statue depicting a crying man in flowing robes. Walking around him, you head down a long alley enfolded by the temple's walls. The smell of aged grime rises from the uneven cobblestones. Arrow slits eye you as you pass. You step beneath a raised wooden portcullis into a rain-soaked, diamond-shaped courtyard. A robed woman leans against a stone cistern at the courtyard's center. Your escort steps to one side and bows reverently to the holy woman. The woman bows back and murmurs, "My blessings for your service, child."
Suffering has put wrinkles at the corners of the cleric's eyes. Her pain tugs down the edges of her mouth. Dressed in drenched robes of mourning, the cleric turns toward you with a welcoming gesture. She nods and attempts to smile, but her lips don't quite manage the gesture. "Thank you for coming," she greets quietly. "I am Andress. Welcome to Twilight Hollow." She pauses only briefly, then confesses, "I'm afraid I must beg a favor from you--one for which I can offer very little in return."