Sorem slowly made his way to a long stair. The stone that made up the stairs was cut large and from something extremely dense like marble. Their greyish color and black speckles even reminded Sorem of marble. But, the feel definitely didn't respond like marble. As he looked up the length of the stairs, he could see emmensely gigantic arches that dotted the length of the walkway.
He heaved a sigh. "Time to get going." He began his ascent, careful that he did not display his ability to translocate. He did not know who was watching. He didn't want a repeat of what happened in the forest.
As the chapel finally came into view, Sorem could see the beauty of its architecture. It looked like a tower of St. Basil's cathedral if the walls were also built like a corkscrew. It was full of color, several of them in fact. Its walls had large rounded ridges that swirled around, each a different color than the other. Gold accent and trim were in between each color and around each window. The roof was made of siltstone tiles, carefully aligned. Sorem could tell much deliberation and care was taken into building this temple.
Finally, after more than a half hour of walking, he made it to the top of the stair and before the entrance of the chapel. "It is time." He said to himself. He slowly walked up to the door and hesitantly opened it.
The inside of the chapel was wide and open. Backless pews sat in rows along the floor towards a large stage with a throne atop the center of it. A couple of shrine maidens were cleaning the pews and floor. Sorem's eyes wandered among them, devouring them with his gaze. There was just something about women wearing tight clothes cleaning that made Sorem's loins ache. But, he knew he had to keep his mind on the goal.
An elderly man sat on the throne, attended to by another younger but still elderly man. The older one noticed Sorem headed towards the stage. "How can I aid you, young man?"
Sorem wanted to laugh. He was definitely older than this man. "I am looking for the son of Lsandra."
"Interesting." He responded. "What do you want with the head priest of this chapel? Careful, as your answer may incur trouble."
Sorem took a breath. He didn't want to cause any trouble here. Perhaps it is best that I just say what I need. What's the worst that could happen? "I believe we may have come to the wrong conclusions. I mean no harm. I have come seeking the child of Lsandra. I just want to have a talk with him. I bring tidings and a proposition."
The old man began to laugh. Slowly at first, until it began to climb into an uproarious frabjous laughter. He laughed and laughed. When he finally stopped laughing, the younger man finally said to him, "Father, you should stop teasing this man."
"I haven't had this much fun since mother died." He slowly rose to his feet. "I am Bogdan, son of Lsandra, heir to the House fe Gouria and Dinane, High Priest of this chapel." He gestured towards the other man. "This is my son, Afanasy. What do you want with us, traveler?"
Sorem smiled. "I am your progenitor."