"Explain yourself this instant, Iolrath!... Why have you and the Priestess colluded to dirty the holy place of our guardian deity?... Are you not afraid of heavenly punishment?" The oldest of the council members stood out, berating Iolrath while glaring fiercely at him.
For the Elves, the Radiant Moon was very important to them, especially since the protection of Mother Earth was no longer assured ever since they lost the Mouthpiece that represented her authority.
Having to lose two guardian deities when their powers were already weak would only cause whatever spirit to crumble as their powers would be reduced to mere nonsense.
"What is wrong with you old fogies?... Why do you keep on misbehaving despite your age?* Iolrath asked exasperatedly while taking a step away from the altar to stand in between it and the council of elders gathered.
"How dare you speak like that to us?" an elder exploded in annoyance.
