It had been a long while since Kora had revealed herself from her self-imposed seclusion and the business of the city brought the priestess very little comfort. Even more discomforting is where she found herself; surrounded by ruffians and barbarians looking for quick coin and company. It was hard for her not to stick out like a sore thumb in her formal robes and adornments which marked her, for the most part, of what she was; a priestess of the goddess of health and healing, Å»ywie. The stairs were unavoidable as the young woman made her way in search of, much like the ruffians and barbarians, a quick coin. She never thought she would see a day where she would be charged room and board after healing the innkeeper's son, but times were changing much to her distaste. Even her own skin had begun to feel foreign.<br/><br/>â€œExcuse me?â€ came the quiet voice, which quickly was overlooked from the general noise level of the place. A passerby bumped into her, and she took a step back, then straightened to adjust her robes. She couldn't help but feel as if she were a ghost despite the general pointed stair and vulgar remark.<br/><br/>â€œOh, sorry...â€ came the soft apology as another patron bumped into her. She silently questioned whether or not it was worth the trouble of finding work. Then again it would be a seven days journey back to the temple, without food or a horse otherwise.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Then again, some of these people may need the money more then I</span>, she thought silently  to herself as she felt herself nudged to the side again as people continued their routes through the area. The thought quickly faded from her mind with another soft spoken apology of being an obstacle in another's way.<br/><br/>â€œExcuse me?â€ she spoke up again as her eyes scanned for possibly anyone to notice, or to care. Sure, the room had lit up at the pretty face, then when eyes trailed to the grab the interest quickly dissipated. She never thought a vow of chastity would make her invisible to any race, breed, or tribe of male. She sighed softly to herself and quickly ducked out of the way of one of the servers who was going to move as he wished regardless of her being there. This is when the irritation had begun to set in her blood.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What in Å»ywie's name must one do to get attention around here...</span>she thought silently as she stood well out of anyone's way for a few moments in contemplation. This was the fighter's guild, not the healer's guild, and the differences between the two became quite clear. She felt the stir in her veins as her irritation grew. The priestess tried to remain calm and pleasant; but the look of dissatisfaction was clearly upon her face. Any member in her could make her services of use. After all, no one remained unwounded after battle.<br/><br/>â€œDoes anyone need help not dying?â€ she chimed in her soft voice. No one seemed to hear her.<span style="font-style: italic">Speak louder, Kora...my Gaia you sound like a mouse...</span>her subconscious plagued her. â€œAnyone?â€ That wasn't any louder. â€œOld battle wounds? Arrow to the knee? Leprosy? No?â€ she chirped like a finch; but a voice so delicate had little place among well seasoned warriors.<br/><br/>She timidly sat down at the end of the bar as the barkeep came over. â€œExcuse me, I would very much appreciate a glass of juniper berry tea if you would be so kind, and if it wouldn't be much trouble because I know you are probably quite busy and...â€ the barkeep gave her a look. â€œYou don't have tea here do you?â€ The barkeep walked off to the next customer and she hung her head in defeat. Defeated by juniper berry tea. Wonderful start to a wonderful day.