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As he neared his destination he began to slow down. His heart was pounding, but he was able to catch his breath as he no longer heard anyone behind him. He had traveled a few levels below ground and was hiding in an old area of the temple that had been used for storage for centuries. When he lived at the temple this area was largely unused and provided Orphic with a place to explore and be on his own. He opened a door and slid through, closing the door silently behind him.

Orphic stood in the dark room for a moment letting his eyes adjust to the low light. There were no torches in the room, but the gaps around the door let enough light from the hallway seep into the room. His memories were enough for him, and he began to make his way forward. Nothing had changes, he scanned the room and it seemed as though even the precarious wooden boxes were in the exact same place they had been when he left. He began to make his way through the stacks of ancient items. Statues, scrolls, chairs, rugs, tables, paintings, all piled and stacked haphazardly.

Orphic was silent as he moved through the stacks. Past the books and through a section that he used to call statute alley, finally arriving at his destination. He closed his eyes at the large statue of the bear, his guardian of old, and held his breath. He hadn't thought about this place in a very long time, and he was not second guessing listening to the gut feeling that brought him here, but he was already feeling the calming affect that this place always had on him.