Temple of the Shattered Sun

A man with tattered robes wanders the land. He had white hair but he was not old, his hair changed color when he encountered a being from another dimension. Since that time he's been guided by whispers from beyond the veil, seeking knowledge on how to assist his mysterious master. The whispers now led him to the ruined temple, upon arriving he would approach the pool of water and investigates it and its properties. He was thirsty but wouldn't take a sip without inspecting first.

Holding tightly a wounded lower arm, a young man with dark hair and eastern clothes all but stumbled upon the Temple of the Shattered Sun. He had spent the previous three days on a cross-country escape from his pursuers; a relentless sprint through night, day, scorching heat and freezing rain that had tested all of them in both mind, body and spirit. Just over an hour ago the hired killers had caught up with him, each a respectable and highly trained assassin in their own right and undoubtedly sent by the Serpent Clan from so far away in the east. There were three of them, each of whom had carefully studied his tactics and unique abilities and set upon him like singularly purposed hunter-killers with no goal other than his death. It was precisely that reason why he had tried to avoid them, to escape and come up with a plan of action, but he had not been given the opportunity to do so.

The result of the fight was a victory for him - but only just. One of the three killers now lay dead, the other two momentarily forced to withdraw. In exchange for his 'victory', Yin's lower arm had been badly cut and would soon render him unable to defend himself further if he could not find the time and materials to properly treat the injury.

Yin saw the pool of rich water first, deciding it was the perfect opportunity to begin treating himself, but he also saw a man with tattered robes inspecting it. He didn't look like one of the killers, but even so he had no desire to put himself at unnecessary risk and so he remained hidden and silent behind a tall stone until he could discover the man's intentions.

Iruka determines that the water is quite good and cups his hands to take a drink and wash his face. After hearing an unfamiliar voice he'd use his sleeve to dab his face dry and then turn to greet her with a bow.

"Good day to you, miss. I am Iruka Naudir and I'm on a pilgrimage, you could say I'm a sort of priest. Curious, this water seems touched by divinity, can you sense the magic too by chance?" Iruka walks around the edge of the pool, he could feel the magic was stronger further into the ruins. I thought to himself perhaps there was something here that his master wanted him to find. "I think I'll travel further into the ruins, find where the water is coming from."

Iruka continues onward, feeling almost impatient to discover what was waiting for him.

"Ohhh this is wonderous..." The priest observes the golden staircase and looks up as far as he can see. Feeling energized, he begins his ascent two steps at a time. While climbing he keeps himself secure by having his hand on mountain-side.