<i>Man am I glad I'm not at the shrine right now</i>, Erin thought looking at the waves of people rushing below. The refugees kept coming, forming what looked like a river of people down below. As a lay-cleric, she<i>should</i>have been at the shrine right now, to help allocate supplies to those who had come here after the tragedy that struck Retton Falls, and as good as it would have been to help these people, she would rather have spent her time doing something more. . .productive. Or rather, physical?  Like a suicide mission into Retton Falls to beat the crap out of the monsters who displaced all of these people.<br/><br/>She knew how stupid, and how sad, that was, but it was the truth. As the years rolled on, she had grown fond of fighting and way less so of doing cleric like things. Her icy blue eyes shifted from the crowd and back up to Kohdeki, who stood to her left. Interesting? That wasn't the word that she would have used. This was a full blown disaster and a heart attack for people of her profession.<br/><br/>"If you're buyin' then I'm in," she said. She had been forward against the rail for several minutes now just watching all of the people come by with a mix of relief and desperation on their faces. Standing here and staring at the crowd below certainly wasn't going to help anything. For now, she would relax, sit back, and continue to watch things develop from afar. If things got bad enough, she would head back to her shrine and do her duties. "That's too bad, but I guess we'll see you later," Erin said standing upright.