"Welcome, visitors, to our holy temple."
The light cleared as we finally arrived at what should be the Lankesh Holy Temple.
And as expected, we were received by the resident monks here.
What to say? I wasn't really surprised by the fact that they were bald, in kasaya's of different colors, with prayer beads either in their hands or around their necks.
They were currently bowing in welcome so I couldn't really make out their faces and what not, but the one thing I did notice, was the fact that Malachi was somehow trying to make himself smaller.
That got my attention, but before I could ask anything, the monks rose..
"Humble patrons , we humbly welcome you to.." they froze the moment their eyes landed on the monkey, and I could see a variety of emotions flash through their eyes.
Rage.
Embarrassment.
Resentment.
Revenge.
I turned towards Malachi, the monkey had turned away from the group of monks, suddenly finding something very interesting with the ceiling..
