The priestess took the coins and placed them in an urn near the altar. "You are, and will always be, welcome here," she said.
As he meditated, Adrian thought that he sensed someone outside, observing the temple. They were careful to disguise their intention, and would leave for a time only to return later, but they were definitely casing the place. Having little to go on, the magus filed it away for later when the information would be useful.
Evening was approaching when the doors to the temple opened, and Adrian saw her. The young human woman appeared as she did in her dreams, but the visions in his mind had not accurately portrayed how beautiful she was. Her platinum blonde hair was worn with a crown braid, the rest of its wavy length cascading down the back of her neck. Her skin was like alabaster, white nearly as new driven snow, nearly without blemish save for two scars that looked like they were inflicted by talons, one on her cheek and one along her jaw. These had healed well, though, and only simply seemed to provide a harmonious counterpoint to her soft features. Her features were gentle, but not soft. She was clad in armor that shone like silver, covered in holy texts etched into it, her plates gilded and decorated to appear like pages of an illuminated manuscript. The armor was cast in a manner that accentuated the ample curves of her flesh.
At first, the woman did not seem to notice Adrian, only casting her gaze to him when she realized that he was interested in her. It seemed as though their connection was only one way, for now. Smiling pleasantly, she approached. "Luminai's blessing upon you, sir. I do not believe we have met?"