Kalortah had been in Yaralon a good long while, before word caught up to him, that Delroth had a grand Temple on the cusp of the harbor and the burho adjascent to it. This lapse of intelligence and general awareness notwithstanding, Kalortah sought to correct his negligence as soon as he learned of the grand Temple.
Of course, he had a few treasures in tow, in the baggage of his dragonling, Chryseus. One of these treasures was the painted portrait that Eliza Soule had done, of his alter-ego Mister Starling, from Rharne. Kalortah thought to make a grand gift of the artwork, as he'd also heard that they appreciated such articles in their place, at Delroth's temple. He flew side by side with Chryseus, the gloriously brilliant plumage of the dragonling striking a fashionable compliment to his own bright red feathers, and streaming mane of white hair behind him. On his hip, he wore the Calamity's Point, the sword he'd won in a singing competition. Over his flight robes, he wore his bardic light plate, which was good protection of his torso and much of his hands, feet, and limbs, while not weighing him down unnecessarily for the flight.
Eventually he soared above the cloud cover of the temple, to the amazed looks of worshippers on the dais of the very top of the Temple. There were many sculptures there, many in service and tribute to the Winged Calamity himself. Kalortah appreciated their workmanship as he descended to their level, and then his feet touched the stone panels of the ground, followed by Chryseus' own graceful landing. Chryseus benevolently preened as it was approached by worshippers on the grounds of the Temple. Kalortah assured them, "Chryseus is a gentle soul, not to worry good folk." He felt in a good mood, being among fellow faithful of Delroth, and thus was suitably mollified by their worshipful approach to Chryseus.
Of course, Kalortah himself was no slouch, wearing the finest of silks and in masterwork-decoated armor, with a brilliant sword on his hip. His plumage fluttered several times after the landing, and then folded behind his back, their crimson feathers shining in the relentless sun above the clouds.
He was approached presently by one of the priests at the temple, who herself was armed. She smiled at Kalortah, and bowed lightly at the shoulders. "Welcome, are you here to pay tribute to the Winged Calamity?"
"Yes." Kalortah said, retrieving the portrait from the saddle of his dragonling. He handed it gingerly over to her. "A portrait, of a fellow tarouz. Mister Starling, founder of the Starling Opera House in Rharne, you may have heard of it?" He waited then shrugged, "No matter. This painting was fashioned by none other than Eliza Soule, quite the talent. As you'll surely see..."
He waited for her to give it an inspection, and seeing that she was pleased with the parcel, he nodded to the attendant who came to see it off, for further appraisal and sorting. "Now, I have come. I am the Voice of Calamity, and I wish to know Delroth's will in the midst of the rumors of war, rumbling in the lower city. Is there any way an Exalted of Delroth migth be of service?"
