The walk passed mostly in silence for Arlen, only breaking it to answer a direct question, or ask something errantly of Weka'u. No, for the most part his mind had reflected on the possibility that his memories would forever be stuck in his head, even if the knowledge had passed to weka'u somehow. Why can't I see anything important about their religion? he continued to ask himself. It was such an important piece to have missing from his puzzle. For these missing pieces Arlen found that Weka'u was a wealth of insight. Perhaps T'a'u'weke meant for him to work with Weka'u - that only with cooperation could they gain power over Pu'aki. Certainly, T'a'u'weke knew that Arlen had no wish of ruling any people. Even one with such lovely young women so scantily clad as these. With their honey-colored skin, Arlen had already started to crave the fruit their youth. With such a brief glimpse as he had had when they were first in the village.

His lewd thoughts were interrupted by Weka'u stopping. He pointed to the temple, as a view of it could barely be seen before entering town. A green light passed through the group, including Arlen. Fascinating and wonderful it was, when it sailed through his body. Something he had never had the pleasure of before. Better than any opium or canab. Better than any snuff or beetlenut. As the warming sensation replaced the shocking cold, his weariness seemed to be replaced with it as well. How sublimely charming...! His mouth opened ever so slightly in sweet release of his agonizing tiredness.

His eyes went to the young Drice and his sister. She looked slightly fazed, the source of the refreshment. Drice seemed used to such a thing, and wore the slightest smirk of amusement at the surprised looks amongst them all just as he raised his face mask. "Everyone keep your guard up," the young warrior said.

"I think you, my hashasim, will go to the temple," Arlen said, pointing to the way. "Your sister should come with us, I beleive. I doubt you'll want her to be in the danger you are likely to face up there... but that is up to her. We should split now, while we have the chance. Either way, Gabriel, Weka'u, myself, Kaltor, and Cyradis will go to Pu'aki. Sephara'na and Archamae, having the most tact in stealth among the remaining should move to the temple. I trust we should have the upper hand if Weka'u has the trust of the guard or not."

Arlen looked to Gabriel with a nod, "Captain, that is my advice, but the choice is yours, sir. Command as you wish." Something in Arlen had changed since his encounter. His life was not so happy anymore. He had seen much in the way of death from the eyes of the dying. As if he needed such reminders of undue carnage. How sadistic T'a'u'weke was in showing him such unnecessary things as that. Arlen supposed he knew the value of life previously. Now he had started to doubt such value, the way he saw men used as pawns by self-imposed gods, it seemed that it mattered not any longer. You were a pawn no matter what you did or didn't do who your served or didn't serve.

Arlen assumed this shift in Arlen's eyes would be seen by Gabriel. A man of his insights likely knew the knowledge that could be gained of a person through a glimmer in their eyes. A doorway to the soul.