Eulia walked quietly into the empty temple. She slung the small pack she carried off her back and lifted two small sticks of incense out of it. Lighting them both she set them down in the tray. Kneeling she breathed in the scent of the sandalwood and let herself relax. Thinking quietly she questioned everything she believed methodically. Discarding the things she knew to to be true she focused on the things she questioned. Keeping the dishonorable half of her profession from her brother. Whether it was worth the stability. Whether anything was worth anything. No! That was self pity. She lifted herself out of the haze the incense had created in her mind. She stared angrily at the statue of the god as if to blame him for the thought.