We pass through silver gates manned by bald wolf men in white and silver robes. The temple sits on the west outskirts of the town, clinging to the side of a small mountain. Groups of people are walking to and from the temple along the stone pathway just wide enough for a car and a half to drive up it. I get the impression that cars usually aren't allowed past the silver gates from the way people look at us. So many people seeking the Eaglais's services. Most are not even werewolves. The stone driveway leads to the entrance of the ancient temple. The architecture is old and well preserved with some modern improvements. More bald men in white and silver robes congregate here, lighting thousands of candles on the stairs, creating a narrow walkway into the temple itself. Lazarus steps out into
