Walking back to the center of Gaston one evening, he came across a small, weed-infested building of stone. A farmer used it to house his goats now, and the roof was bespattered with the white leavings of the local fowl. Indeed, the decrepit place would not have caught his attention were it not for the three bright red stars over the entryway.
"What is this place?" he asked a passing boy he saw laden with a bundle of twigs.
"That? Dunno...think it were a temple of sorts. Ask the old 'uns" he answered, and marched on with his load.
A temple of sorts. He passed a few more moments staring at the building curiously, then seeing nothing else of interest about it, followed the boy down the road to town.
