'How bizarre.'
As Noctis moved to the back of the room, he noticed a passageway leading to the back of the temple.
Passing through it, he entered a space, much much smaller than the hall, around the size of what could be called a normal room. One that fits the needs of a normal human.
It was, however, mostly empty besides one bookshelf on the right and a crude bed made of mud and clay in the middle.
It seemed like a jail cell more than a room intended to house someone, say like someone who kept the temple running, a priest of some kind.
'Must be a hermit.'
Nevertheless the hermit itself was also missing, in line with the temple norms, and so he moved to check the bookshelves.
He saw a few books here and there, either caked with dust or almost on the verge of decaying into dust, but holding on, with resolved tenacity, seemingly waiting for a passing patron to inherit their wisdom.
