<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ariana set the half eaten fig down on the table in front of her before wiping her hands on a small cloth that a young girl offered. She smiled briefly at the priestess in training before facing the two priests and with a small sigh, placed her hands on her lap.<br/><br/>"Very few know of our tale. It has become a sort of taboo topic amongst the people of the towns. Generations, over time, quickly forget about the stories of past priestesses because none speak of it. People turn quickly to violence when something unexplainable happens." She paused, unable to meet the gaze of her fellow priestess. Both had suffered much more in their childhood than most would ever experience in a life time and the cost was, at times, too great to bear. Ariana soundlessly reached over the table, taking Cyrene's hand into her own and gave a small squeeze, to put her own mind at ease. "No matter, there's no point in dwelling on the past."<br/><br/>She swiftly refocused back on the topic at hand as Aestos suggested that the two visitors pay tribute to the goddess. A small but genuine smile lit her face and she uncrossed her legs, pushing herself up. "Very well then," she said as she gracefully stood to lead the group. The tunnels were difficult to navigate to outsiders but the two priestesses were very familiar within the passages.</span>