Dylan's breath almost caught. Most humans were afraid of him, so having one willingly touch him was a new feeling. "Alright, let's go." They walked unhindered to the temple gates, and Dylan slowly opened the door. It was dark and cold inside, but at least there wasn't any rain. "Alright, the reason I'm here is to get my father's sword. Kayne doesn't know about it, but it was created just in case he was to lose control of the throne. It's able to dispel almost ANY magical spell, so I want to use it to both cure myself and then cure my father." He looked down at his feet. "Sorry if that seems selfish..."