Dappled colored light poured in through the stained glass windows as she processed what she was being told by her eldest priestess. It was a lot for the young cleric to take in, being told she was destined to go on a  long journey to fulfill Pelor's prophecy that he imparted that she would play a role in fulfilling. The notion was too grandiose for the young woman to process, why her of all the other more deserving and powerful clerics and paladins that occupied the temple. However it wasn't her place to question what her elders told her, nor was she bold enough to attempt to interpret the will of her god. Not necessarily unhappy but anxiously she rose from her seat begrudgingly taking on the task laid before her. However it was vague at best all that she was told was it would become abundantly clear where her path was going once she began on her journey.<br/><br/>She was given some time to collect her belongings from the meager room she maintained at the temple along with the other followers that lived in the two story shrine. The street level was where the worshipers came to pay their respects and gain aid from the denizens and the second floor was where they were quartered. She felt a slight twinge of remorse at having to leave the place that had housed her for the last several months. This wouldn't be her first adventure but it was the first in the name of her lord the other times she had left these halls was on a specific purpose set out by her eldest accompanied by other familiar faces. Pulling on her robe it was a deep dark blue traveling cloak made of wool that was embossed with gold thread to make the designs of her patron god, underneath she had traded in her sparse white healers robes she wore in the temple for her traveling clothes. A tight fitting blue dress that had a cinched front that incorporated her armor into the attire.<br/><br/>Filling her bag with what the temple had given her to spare a few potions and a wand for healing she wondered where her journey would take her. Luckily as soon as she walked out of the temple her vision was blinded by the bell the crier was using to attract people to his call. Raising her hand to counter the glare she listened to what the man had to say she blinked for a moment. Sometimes the gods work in mysterious ways other times they shout out in you the streets, who was she not to take this as a sign? Familiar with the towns lay out she made her way to the Purple Wyrm Inn, the revelry inside almost too loud for her to stand but she managed to make inquiries and was directed to the room where the noblewoman appeared to be lecturing. Her face turned an immediate beat red as she pulled her hood on over her head to hide her embarrassment as she worked her way into the room. She found it curious it was a woman making the demands when the crier and bar tender seemed to be in agreement that it was a Lord Marcus with the request. Luckily for her someone made that inquiry aloud allowing the deep blue haired girl to slip into the back hoping she could sit back and listen.<br/><br/>Often times it served her to observe the actions of others before she started asking questions herself, the dynamics of her bedfellows it would seem would be easily observed if they were all as vocal. Crossing her arms patiently she listened her hand nervously thumbing her holy symbol in her hand  her gear neatly put down beside in her in the large bag and leaned against the wall.