I'm not alone in the room when my eyes adjust to the bright lights of the room. The grogginess that typically follows waking up tugs at the edge of my consciousness, but it relinquishes its grasp when I realize that I am in an unfamiliar room. The small space is bright and full of light, just like the rest of the Grand Temple, and I'm laying on a narrow bed with sheets as starched as my hair.
As if awakening from a nightmare, I straighten into a half seated position.
"You're awake. Good!" a chirpy voice I don't recognize says. I look to my side, my expression still in that squinty, befuddled expression most people have when they first awaken. It's the new Holy Priestess, seated in a humble wooden chair beside me. She is the only person in the room with me.
