Pretty much she arrives at the day of the solistice, at the time the sun was angled in her vision
She appears a single cloaked figure, silently studying those around them. as well a the temple itself, speaking not a word. Favoring each with an intense gaze. The face is of a silver blond human adult, perhaps in the early stage of middle age, a face that would be beautiful if she took the trouble to adorn it, but otherwise plain. a clearly adamantium mace hangs at her side, while the golden hilt of a bastard sword is seen slung across her back.
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