"The stars twinkled overhead, incense burning softly as the flicker of the braziers danced on the walls in Anámesa's temple of Ares. It was rare to see the temple so empty, but then again, it was late. The temple was beautiful, with towering white pillars and an imposing statue of the god of war and courage standing at its center. People often came to Ares seeking protection, but the god was choosey about just who he bestowed such attention. Footsteps echoed softly, and there, Ares himself paused to gaze up at the larger-than-life statue, an amused and wicked grin quirking his lips." "He turned slowly, the grin fading form his lips as he felt the presence of another. Sometimes he visited the temple himself, drawn to see what crowds worshipped without offering disturbance. He stepped forward, the brazier's light now dancing off his sun-kissed muscles." "What is it?" His eyes narrowed, "What do you need?"