“Naught but coffers that way” Feldard took note that the rogue wasn’t already at work picking at the locks of the coffers – which likely meant he’d not had the chance to check this way.
Feldard was curious as to what was within the coffers of course. A curtained room off the main entranceway no place to keep a treasury and so he was baffled as to what would be contained within. Relics perhaps, but while treasure and looting might be appealing, they were here to deal with the Rahib, so the dwarf stepped back out of the small room into the entry and moved along the hall to the west (left) towards the large chamber beyond.
The priest was relieved to be away from the weight of the axe. He didn’t like the oppressive feeling of the whole area. He glanced behind the curtain after the dwarf. “Those might contain old religious items from the time before this place was desecrated. We had similar such caskets for the keeping of artifacts in my cloister.” The thought brought Maruc back the the day when he had fled. He hadn’t checked if any of the artifacts had survived the blaze, he silently berrated himself. But what was done was done. It was too late now.
The mage stepped in passed the cleric and ran his hands across the rough stonework ensuring that there were no concealed exits. Satisfied that there were none he skirted the Temple Atrium secretly marvelling at the workmanship untill he came to the next passageway.
The hallway opened up into a large diamond-shaped chamber. An arched hallway in the north corner of the room lead out of the room. Overhead, the ceiling opened into a great dome filled with stalactites. The walls were covered with fresco paintings of the natural beauties of the world. A broad platform juts from the center of the room. A 15-foot tall statue of Ilsundal sits on the platform with his legs crossed. There is an altar in front of the statue’s knees.