The temple of the goddess of wealth is a sleek, simple building, standing about twenty meters high. Made of smooth, cool blue stone, the temple can only be described as businesslike. Above the gate, the name of Pecunia and the image of the goddess have been carved into the stone, the carvings filled up with gold dust. Templar guards stand watch before the gate, dressed in the finest armour and armed with the finest weaponry money can buy. Around the temple, many merchants have set up their stall, hoping to do business in the divine radiance of the patroness of material gain.
Morgan had only been away from Citadel soil for a couple of tides at most, but it felt like a month. He stepped out of the portal, his deep-set brown eyes surveying the inside of Pecunia's Temple with curiosity. It was the first time he'd travelled by portal, and the experience was an exciting one. If he'd had fewer things on his mind, he might have reflected on how lucky he was not to be worse affected by the experience; fortunately he had a strong stomach, and portal sickness affected him little. As it was he was merely left out of breath and a little exhilarated.
The warding student was dressed in nondescript grey linens rather than his robes. With the University gone, being identified as a mage too easily could impede his progress. Although he'd primarily wanted to return because he had an appointment with Danomel, the University had tasked him with other things in return for being the first through the portal to Citadel. His task was twofold. First, he had to notify the Citadel government of what had occurred. Simple enough. The other task was more challenging: to make sure that the University vaults, which had been left behind in the move, were secured. There was a lot of vault to secure, and only one Morgan. Still, warding's my discipline. Hopefully putting up a cordon around the key bits of the site won't be beyond me - at least until we can move the valuables over to jungle town.
Steadying himself on his feet and standing tall, he surveyed the area. It being a temple of Pecunia, he half expected to be asked to pay for something... or at least to make a donation.
(OOC: Details of the University's tasks for Morgan were discussed with Trist in PM.)