Kory and Miles reached the outskirts of the Temple of Martel, but she stopped him.

"Hold on. This is the temple all right, but we need paperwork, the church's permission, or the Chosen's consent to enter during the oracle," Kory explained. "I don't have any of that, and I doubt you do as well."

The scarred fighter looked around at the raised plains to the south and the vast ocean to the north. It was a very narrow stretch of land from Iselia to the temple. If anyone wanted to invade the small church, they would have to go through this stretch - there was no other way around unless they knew how to fly.

"All right. I don't know what you're planning on doing, but I'm going to volunteer as a lookout until the oracle is done. If the Desians want to try any funny stuff to the Chosen, their options for invading the temple are extremely limited. They have to come this way, and it'll be impossible for any lookouts to miss them. I'll pound them or any other assailants into a worthless pulp before they know what hits them," Kory declared to Miles, sitting in the grass to rest her feet.