Ter’ra Delmar would be following the crowd to the town center, curious as to the cause of the tolling bells. Her red eyes are flinching, the overwhelming light of the day-sun causing her to try and avert her gaze. Having lived and grown up underground, the intense light on the surface would be something the drow would likely never get used to. She decides to go to an alleyway between a couple buildings, casting a penumbra cantrip, a dark haze coming over her vision as she walks back out into the wider crowd. She stands very tall, even for a drow, which may put some nearby in a state of unease. She knew her appearance was a bit disconcerting: she has learned from those on the surface the reputation her kind has as slavers and depraved cultists. This reputation disappoints her, though upon reflection she definitely agreed that the traditions of her people were brutal and fundamentally wrong in some way.<br/><br/>She takes a look at the high cleric with a little bit of disdain. Though the faiths of the underdark were brutal and overbearing, the faiths of the overworld were almost equally insistent on their worship. She was viewed as a creature of evil, and had been confronted with requests of conversion, but remained silently against such a thought. The curiosity was why the town was being called to attention, and why the governor was not the one calling the meeting.