The temple turned out to be a bit of a let down, all things considered. Fell had expected a continual flurry of temptations; beds and drinks and food. Instead, there was little of anything. Most of the temple sunk into the ground, and was continually flooded with about of foot of swamp water, but that was the worst the place had to throw at them.
In fact, the whole slimy, wet, and somewhat boring effect of the temple was only helping the adventurer’s oath do its job. Perhaps this was tempting for lizard men, but for the trio, it really wasn’t that appealing. Not that the urges were gone; just that sitting down and passing the bottle around in a hall of stale water just wasn’t appealing enough. Laying down in any position was right out.
“Do Alligorn even breed?” Fell wondered out loud. “I mean, they breed, but you know, do they..?”
“You know, I’ve never considered it,” Leif responded. He left it at that, since he wasn’t about to consider it now either.
“Maybe they lay eggs?” Fell continued. “I mean, we’ve only ever seen lizard men, that we know of. But maybe that’s not it. Maybe men and women just look alike.”
“Nope,” Leif admitted with a shake of his head. “Still not thinking about it.”
“Egg layers,” Hill commented nonchalantly. “Females lay eggs, and the men fertilise them.”
Leif and Fell stared at Hill in stunned wonder. He ignored it, pointing towards a set of double doors ahead. “This is the main room,” he stated certainly. “If there’s anything worth seeing, it’ll be here.” He pushed open the doors, and strode in.
Fell stayed close behind Hill, while Leif slunk off to the side, staying to the shadows. It was a large room, and not that well lit. Still, they could see enough to recognize it as an old church. Probably here long before the lizard men.
The room had a series of unused pews, half sunk in ankle deep stagnant water. A dais rose from the at the far end of the room, and was home to a small altar. Once rich tapestries hung torn and rotted from the walls, and did little to hide the once secret door in the wall.
Not that anyone was looking at the exit. Fell, Hill and Leif were too busy staring at the only other occupant of the room. She was laying across the alter when the three came into the room; idly playing with a lock of her hair, but she sat up when the adventurers walked past the pews.
The girl was slim and slight. She wore a small light cloth skirt, and a shirt that rode up her torso and exposed her midriff. Her hair was pulled into a pair of short pigtails, and when she smiled, the freckles on her nose stood out. The girl was a walking description of harmless; it was easy to look beyond the curved horns that sprouted from her forehead, and the small leathery bat wings that grew from her shoulder blades.
The girl stretched out one of her long legs, and wiggled her bare toes absently. She smiled mock annoyance as she watched the trio’s eyes wander to her panties, before she crossed one leg over the other. The girl arched her back, and thrust out her perfect breasts. The small wings on her back fluttered as she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand.
“You took your time getting here,” she accused with an exaggerated pout.