It became all too apparent rather quickly that Rhaya had no idea where she was going. If she thought the crowds at the dock were thick with people, the main streets of Asetalos were even worse. The docks were situated on the northern end of the city, opening the way to a major road full of foot traffic. Rhaya had seen a large, detailed map of Asetalos provided to her by Vashi, a Priestess and cartographer on the island. She knew that the city was divided by walls of wealth and status, something that Soulithya herself would have abhorred. The goddess had preached peace and care to all humans, but the people of Asetalos had lost that ideal. She knew of the presence of Faena, though her followers were less stout in preaching their faith. Still, even their teachings were not enough to convince the people of Asetalos that their city was in dire need of change. The wealthy would rather pay off the religious zealots begging at their door than listen to anything she would have to say. Mazia had warned her as much, and she had told Rhaya to go to the poor first. Those unfortunate people who were plagued by poverty were always willing to turn their eyes to the sky and pray to a goddess who might answer their prayers.<br/><br/>The problem Rhaya was facing now was that she didn't know what area she was in. It would make sense that she was in the poor district, as it was flooded with people wearing dirty rags and torn trousers. They clamored around corners, asking for alms to feed their hungry children or clean bandages to fix old wounds. As a Priestess, Rhaya could have utilized her power granted to her by Mazia, but because she had just graduated into her position, her power was weak. She could do little more than prestidigitate and cure some small wounds. As her faith spread out to the people of Asetalos, her strength would grow, for the power of Soulithya was enhanced by those who believed in her. Here, where the faith lay in Faena or the money in one's palm, Rhaya felt no stronger than a child.<br/><br/>Still, she knew that she could help the Priestesses here... as soon as she found them.<br/><br/>Mazia told her that the Sanctuary church was in the merchant district, where the middle class folk resided. The building itself was against the wall of the rich district, because some of the wealthy had the sense to at least respect Soulithya and her followers, even if they refused to believe in them. Rhaya had no map on her person; in fact, she didn't have much of anything. There were fifty silver pieces, two spare sets of robes and trousers, and rolled up paper to write letters in her pack. The sailors had given her food along the week long journey across the ocean, but now, her stomach rumbled and she grimaced.<i>Perhaps this was not the detour I should have taken, </i>she thought to herself, almost miserable despite her curiosity.<br/><br/>So deep in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice the person in her path until they collided. The other figure hardly stumbled, but Rhaya soon found herself on her rump, hands splayed out to catch herself on the rough stone ground. She didn't realize she'd released a yelp until she found her mouth still slightly agape as the figure bent and they were at eye level. This pale woman had skin as pale as her robes, and her hair shone white like the clouds floating above them. Her eyes were blue, which was an uncommon color for people from Skirgon and most of the surrounding areas. Her people were light tan with darker hairs and eyes, so this woman was a beautiful contrast to what she had seen in her home and even on the island. She was unlike anything Rhaya had ever laid eyes upon.<br/><br/>She realized she was staring, and she was startled out of her admiring by the woman's cool hand taking her own. There was a slight sting from where her palms had hit the ground, but there was no lasting damage. In a few minutes, the needling pain would fade. "N-no, I'm fine, miss, really," assured Rhaya with a smile. As the woman pointed out her robes, Rhaya glanced between the skirt and the woman's face before she nodded.<br/><br/>"Yes, and, uhm, yes," she continued as she stood up. The woman's smile was brilliant and infectious, and Rhaya felt at ease with her. Not only was this woman kind enough to help her up and show her around, she was also going to take her to the Sanctuary church. The followers of Faena, like the Priestesses, were kind and helpful, never wanting to leave a poor soul behind. Rhaya knew she could trust a follower of Faena, so she did. As innocently naive as the idea was, Rhaya couldn't get anywhere if she always feared those around her.<br/><br/>"Oh, thank you, miss, I would very much appreciate your help," she said, and with that, the woman swept past her, engaging in a conversation with a man not far away. Rhaya adjusted her pack on her shoulders, wrinkling her nose at the mixing scents of the street. There was the musty smell of old wood from the ships and the dirt from the citizens, but a sweet scent lingered in the spot the woman had just occupied. It was odd that she could pinpoint it in the middle of the crowd, but she found she didn't mind it.<br/><br/>Light brown eyes gazed at the woman, and Rhaya realized they had not exchanged names. It was something she was going to have to remedy as soon as she was done with her business. Rhaya wasn't sure what sort of pretty name the woman would have to match the rest of her noble appearance, but she was sure it was something fitting.