Your solitude is interrupted by one of the junior acolytes.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," he blushes, putting a hand over his eyes even as he opens the door...not like he has a chance to see anything anyway, since you're all dressed, but with Urvasi one never knows.  "Most Reverend is asking for the three of you.  There's someone here to visit with you.  Uhm."  He swallows nervously.  "The...loud one...in particular."<br/><br/><strong>"Who, me?"</strong><br/><br/>"Y-yes..."<br/><br/>Urvasi frowns, her pretty face scrunching up in thought.<br/><br/><strong>"Do we have a name or anything like that?"</strong><br/><br/>"I don't know," the boy replies, sounding only too hopeful that he will get out of here with his virtue un-assailed.  "I think Master called him Honest Horse."<br/><br/>At that name, Urvasi turns an interesting shade of pale.<br/><br/><em>Ling, that name is vaguely familiar.  What have you heard of this chivalrous fellow?</em>