Giliara stood before the temple of the Lord of Light and shivered. The Goddess had cast his people away and he now presumed to be good enough to seek her redemption. Tralin's plan was bold to be sure, but Giliara was afraid deeply. Every bit of his training and youth caused him to shudder at the very thought of reentering the temple. Giliara tried to imagine what his family would say at his presumption and was not comforted. Darin looked at the Brilhado considerately. "Do all of your people serve the armies of the Uncreator?" "And when you saw what they wanted, you rebelled?" "More or less..."