Cortia let Ariv work, eyes trailing over him. She bit her lips as the collar pushed thoughts into her mind on serving the dragonborn, but she pushed them back. Pulling her eyes away, the Priestess listened to his explanation, nodding.<b>"Sounds about right, will deal with it once out of here. Thank you sir."</b><br/><br/>She turned her attention back up ahead as the half-orc arrived. Once more thoughts filled her as she looked Thrak up and down, her eyes drawn to his muscles and what must lay under the armour. Once more her mind beat the thoughts of serving him off with a broom as she got her focus back. She saw Lea come out of the shadows and get in place behind the large man, then noticed how everyone else reacted.<br/><br/>Cortia didn't react the same in the slightest, instead she smiled at Thrak and approached, arm extended in greeting.<b>"Well hello there, I am Sister Cortia, who might you be?"</b>She asked, her tone friendly, her smile genuine.<b>"Excuse my friends, they are a tad weary of the tower's guardians, we merely seek to answer a summons from the tower's master."</b>Her approach had nothing to do with the slave collar, she just was a trusting person... too much so likely, but she hadn't gotten in trouble yet for it.<b>"I'd be greatful if you could help us reach the top of the tower, if you're in a position to do so of course."</b>