<a class="link link--external" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbeg6x37lr1rdy3s5o1_500.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lea</a>was reluctant to head to the temple.  Between her past experience with those wearing Cortia's mark and the fact the she essentially had enslaved one of their priestesses, she thought it best to avoid the temple for now.  Besides, she now had more money than she had ever seen at any one time in her life.<b>I vote for a nice tavern, there is the Royal Signet not at all far from the palace.  We can live it up for a night before we get back to business."</b>She knew Cortia wouldn't argue, she was quickly getting used to the idea of keeping Cortia indefinitely.  It was wrong but she just couldn't bring herself to take that collar off of her.<br/><br/>On the way to the Royal Signet, Lea couldn't help but feel like they were being followed.  It was either her mind playing tricks on her, or they were very good at what they did because Lea wasn't someone that was easy to sneak up upon.  She tried several times to flush them out but never quite could.  Finally she decided it was all in her head and she led them to the fancy tavern where she hoped to spend some of her hard won gold.<br/><br/>Almost immediately upon entering she felt a bit out of place.  Her simple leather garb and armor, her tattoos, and her small stature seemed to be almost offensive to the high class clientele.  The din of the crowd noticeably died down as they entered.  People turned and looked, the feeling of being unwelcome almost palpable.  She began to think that maybe this had been a mistake.  Still they had walked all this way, she was at least going to have a drink and a bath, that is if she could get someones attention to actually take her money.  How hard could it be to get a bath lined up for her and Cortia?