[ WP ] `` Do not mistake honor for kindness . ''

The young woman ran out of the darkness and into the temple. Her blackened feet made loud, dirty marks on the white marble floors. When she reached the center of the temple she fell over. But before she hit the ground, she was caught by one of the white robes of Peace. 
 
 `` Rest daughter, you are safe now,'' said the priest. His quiet voice lulled the young woman to sleep. Her breathing softened and slowed as the priest laid her on a cot in one of the upper rooms. 
 
 She woke with sunlight in her eyes, making them difficult to open, but when she did, she saw a room with a crystal window looking down at all of Sanford. The Hebe river ran through the city like a monstrous snake. She stared down and traced it, before shuddering and turning away. The rest of her room was occupied with other straw mattresses. The floor and walls were made of white stone. As if drawn by her rustling, the priest from last night was standing in the doorway. 
 
 `` You may stay here as long as you wish. Although I have neither food nor water to offer you,'' he calmly stated. Then he went on his way. She noticed that he was carrying a bucket and a mop. 
 
 She hopped off the bed and exited her room. Right outside the door was a railing, past which was the central area of the temple. There were rows of white stone benches on the white marble floor in case people wanted to hear a priest talk. She saw stairs to the first floor near the entrance to the temple. In most buildings stairs would be placed at a defensible points, but this was a Temple of Ernasti. No violence could come to be in this sacred place. As such, there was no need to build for defense, even though this was a permanent structure. 
 
 `` I have n't had a visitor for a while.'' The priest's voice broke her train of thought. `` If you do n't mind me asking, what is your name, daughter?'' The priest was as young as she was, maybe thirty cycles at most. She smiled though. 
 
 `` Andra.'' Her clothes were dirty and almost falling off. Her skin was blackened by soot. She was not very presentable in a house of one of the Gods. Nevertheless, the two took a seat on the stairs. 
 
 `` Andra. It is a good name. What has led you to take refuge in this house?'' She visibly tensed when he asked her this, but he just held a smile with closed eyes. 
 
 `` I'm running. Nobody is trying to hurt me, but Ernasti is the God of Peace, right? I thought maybe he could give me some peace in my heart.'' She smiled, a bittersweet smile, with the weight of the world in it. 
 
 The priest chuckled in return. `` His magic merely prevents violence in his temples. Your mind and soul are unfortunately not protected here.'' 
 
 At this, the temple doors swung open. A man dressed in the same white robes as Ernasti's priests walked in. His were splattered with a dark brown color. As he walked in he turned to the current priest. 
 
 `` Welcome, brother. I hope that-'' The priest's words were suddenly cut off as newcomer put his fist through the priest's chest. The bits of blood and bone splattered over the pristine white stairs, the wall, and over Andra. The man walked towards the center of the temple. Then he jumped up to the second floor and hung the dead priest on the railing by his robe. 
 
 He jumped down, and walked back towards the exit. 
 
 `` Please, do n't hurt me!'' Andra begged. 
 
 `` I wo n't hurt you,'' the man said. `` There's no honor to be had in killing the weak.''
