The woman was silent at the antics of the wolf girl, her stance subtly changing; one foot sliding backwards, the other knee bending ever so slightly. Her echoing voice now held no other emotions besides the same cold iron she was clad in, "Stand. Down. Sister. I do not wish to harm either of you, but I will<span style="font-weight: bold">not</span>tolerate another threat upon my person. We have all been chosen by the light, and I wish to offer you guidance in the path of salvation. Still your ignorant words and follow me to enlightenment." The air of danger around the Iron Crusader was not to be trifled with. She might speak like a priest, but even without her sword drawn, both of the shorter women could feel the specter of death hanging over them standing so close to her.<br/><br/>____________<br/><br/>Inside the Holy keep was a mix of the spiritual and the martial. Men and women battled each other with wooden weapons, while others critiqued their forms or discussed other topics in priestly smocks. A small stable along one wall held huge horses, each as large as a moose and much more muscular. A man could be seen moving through the stalls, cleaning them and the horses carefully. The smell of food drifted out from nearby building, but a woman in a plain grey robe bowed low and stopped the wood elf from wandering any further into the keep. Her greying hair, nearly matching her robes, and wrinkled pale face marked her as an older human.<br/><br/>Her voice was gentle, "Just wait a moment dear. Lady Guine brought you in, hmm? Another blessed. I suppose so many of you are attracted to the light that shines from our fair city.  I wonder why she left you at the door...there couldn't be more of you about, could there? Gods above, that would be a treat." She was old, and her voice delicate, but she did not look frail. A deep scar across her chin was unmistakably the mark of a warrior.