<div class="floatright"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">For:<br/>(http://www.angelickitten.com/gal/avatar/devon.jpg)<br/>Devonayes <br/>Cantana</span></strong></em></div><br/>Mindful of her pious nature, Dev takes a brief side trip to the temple to Kismet.  After such a long trip that ended safely, it would be unwise to offend the patron of travelers.  A few silvers, and whispered thanks, and a kindly request for a little kindness, never hurt.<br/><br/>[<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">OOC ~ Dev's next roll for the day, is made at a +1 bonus, as if she were making use of a Guidance orison</span></em>]<br/><br/>After that, she was off straight away to the Castle.  Now that she knew which direction to look, it was hard not to notice the Castle.  It's white walls loomed up over the city and seemed to provide and extra measure of security for those that dwelled within.  The Castle was built into, and cut into the side of the cliff face.  That seemed to make it as secure as possible from this direction at least.  Within the walls all sorts of people from various nationalities... race.. genders... and walks of life intermingled conducting what ever business was important to them.  Dev was no different.  She had business here, her business was to be come a Rose.<br/><br/>Before the castle proper was a milling courtyard, which seemed easy enough to access.  Beyond it however was another matter, Northwind keep, was enclosed, and evidently the comings and goings were carefully monitored.   A squad of half a dozen men at arms went about keeping the peace directly before the keep, under the watchful eyes of the Northwind Inquisitors.<br/><br/>Dev had heard about these Inquisitors.  While competent, they were... 'soft' in comparison to the Spanish Inquisition.  Regardless, it was all relative, and as a general rule it was never a good thing to cross them.  They had authority, long memories, and could be spiteful.<br/>