The Priestess dressed in her ceremonial robes of faith her feet shuffling slowly as her blue eyes turned and squinted at the incoming sunlight, the barbarian, the smaller elf and the druid interrupting their preparations. She looked kindly upon them her expression of look for concern, for the must have traveled far to reach this place, obviously not part of the native towns population. It was apparent that her mentor though was nigh happy about this interruption, felt better that maybe she should let him deal with them first and she could continue the preparations in the mean time.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I will prepare the congregation for the ceremony, Father, you can maybe welcome and help the strangers here? They look like they have come to us from afar</span>" She noted the mix of races that normally found in this town, she nodded reverently to him with the hopes her devotion to the people of the church would sooth this perturbed state. She went to work quickly at preparing the writs and scriptures.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>