*The humid air hangs heavy as Rory wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, peering up at the vine-choked temple entrance. Her red hair has escaped its braid, tendrils sticking to her face. She grins, a flash of excitement in her blue eyes.* "Well, partner, looks like we've finally made it. The Temple of the Whispering Gods! Legend says it holds tre...Read more