Nylan stepped into the temple, his eyes lingering upon the spot where Ishtar's statue would stand, had the gods not taken their likeness away to warn the people. He would move to the altar, his hand brushing the surface of the fine marble softly, thoughts drifting to times past and all the hours spent upon that altar. A soft sigh is given as he removes his helm, tucking it beneath his arm as he moves away from the altar and through the doorway into the back rooms, following the hall back until he reaches the office of the high priestess, knocking softly upon the door, then steps through it as he is bid to enter.
He smiles once inside, his eyes landing upon the High Priestess and Daughter of Ishtar, Keaira, a woman he had grown to love more than life itself in their long history together, the only woman who could possibly tear him away from his goddess if she tried, so blessed being just as devoted..no, more...to Ishtar. He crossed the room to her after closing the door behind him, leaning down to kiss her softly, hand going to her back to brush fingers softly over the firery jewel embedded in her body. "Love, I can see you are busy, so I won't take much of your time. But with my recent return to the lands, and the gods threatening to withdraw from us once more, I feel the time has come for me to return to the direct service of the temple."
He would stand beside her chair, leaning one hand on her desk, his other hand lightly lingering on her shoulder.