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Gregoriades rued the day so many members of his guild had left on the pilgrimage downriver to the larger cities. It had meant the decimation of his order, and the end of the good that they did in Nejait. No longer could they range far and wide in search of villages to aid. No longer could they even sustain an active temple. The grand temple dedicated to Ilia stood barren and disused. There was not a lot that three of them could do. For a place so large, there was little more that the three of them could do than keep the "home fires burning", and keep looters out. The latter was not hard: simple cantrips and a focus that guarded the entire building saw to its protection. The former was the problem. The guild was so empty without the rest of the members.
He looked down at the floor m
