A dusty refrigerator.

Suddenly, the harmony was broken by a noise; someone kicked the doors open and entered. His heavy steps made the stained-glass windows rattle, the candle flames flickered, and the people looked around nervously, not understanding what was happening. The light inside the Temple became dimmer, and the people fell silent. The red cloak looked ominous in the bright atmosphere of the Temple, and the heavy hammer slung over his shoulder gleamed menacingly. The Inquisitor approached the high priest of the Temple; it seemed as if the candlelight dimmed and the fountain stopped its soothing murmur, and the people fell silent. The Inquisitor slammed the hammer down from his shoulder onto the wooden floor, headfirst. "Greetings, priest of the benevolent Temple!" Locken exclaimed mockingly. One of those present wanted to stand up, but the high priest quickly jumped up and gestured for him not to interfere. "Welcome, O messenger of the almighty Emperor, representative of the most righteous and virtuous faith in all of Erathia!" he declared loudly, bowing to the newcomer. "What brings you to our wonderful Temple?" "I just decided to take a look at these rich places! In case of war, everything is fair game; soldiers don't fight out of kindness," Locken said, looking around the Temple. "It's a pity that my hopes were not fulfilled; it's all wood and smelly candles." "You are exaggerating too much," the priest smiled. "No war has ever reached the point of looting temples, and if it did, it was mostly done by uncivilized nomads and Barbarians, or particularly cruel enemies like Hervema. Whose side is your Emperor on?" The high priest smiled. Locken burst out laughing in response, then slapped the priest on the shoulder with his mighty hand. "Excellent joke, old man! The Emperor will appreciate it; perhaps your soul will not be burned in torment." The priest staggered slightly from the strong blow. "That pleases me," the high priest said again, smiling. Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the Inquisitor: "Brother Locken, what is the purpose of your visit here?" "Oh, Moder Zubr..." Locken turned to the Moder, hoisting his hammer back onto his shoulder; the hammer almost hit the head of the elder-high priest. *the continuation will be tomorrow %)*