Ysena stood at her pedestal, the church was small but there was a glorious statue of the goddess standing as a centrepiece behind her. Watching villagers come in through the door she kept a impassive yet friendly look. Noticing what she could only be seen as a elf stranger walk through her doors, it was a supprise to her but she kept silent for now, the morning sun shining through the back window to bathe her and the statue in light.<br/><br/>She awaited all of the villagers and strangers to be seated, beginning her opening words in the name of the Goddess, "The greatest tragedy of mankind is that the wise are so full of doubt, while the foolish are so sure of themselves..." One of her favorite teachings she thought, mostly because it rang so true to her.<br/><br/>As the went through the morning sermon, although during the prayer not all voices joined hers. She continued anyway, the light making the statue look particularly glorious and imposing. Watching the door creak open slowly, watching Raan, or at least that what she thought this mans name is, shes never had the opportunity to speak to them before. Then the slam caused her to jump, all the villagers looked backwards, as Ysena scrambled to her cowl back on, a discerning individual may have spotted something different about her ears, if they was looking.<br/><br/>She must have admitted to herself that she was a little upset with Raan, but the condition of him overruled it with concern. Finishing up the morning sermon, she watched as the villagers split into two groups for the most part, ones that wished to speak to her, others that just left, she was going to check of Raan was alright but he had already left.