After 4 days and a hard ride a bit into Penmoor (I HATE HORSES), we finally got to this stone cottage. There were several people in there, and I thought the guy named Daramonde was going to slit my throat. He led me down a flight of stairs into the cellar, and then he opened another hatch in the floor. Sort of reminded me of the Blind Horse that way. Never would’ve thought in a million years what I’d see.
It was a chapel-looking place with a tapestry of Talya all done up in green feathers. There were roses everywhere as well. Arien people have turned Talya into their own version of Saint Celeste. I also found out that these people have become much better organized in her absence, with Daramonde at the helm.