Leaving Gerund to his work, Elena escorts the princess back to her room. As they walked, Elena said, "We've been fighting Tythe ever since they stepped foot in this city. If anything, we'd be endangering you." She smiled, "We can fight as well as the best of 'em... but Tythe has more manpower than we could ever hope for. That's why we use the tunnels, and ruses like this tavern. Even if they find out, we can always relocate. We'll drive them out of our home. It may take months, years even, but we'll do it."<br/><br/>Before they went inside her room, Elena recognized a man looming about in the kitchen. They greeted eachother, and then she brought him over to Rhianna. He was dressed fairly ordinary, but his white-tinted clothes were a stark contrast to Gerund's all-black armored rogues. A holy symbol dangled from his neck.<br/><br/>"This is Emon, a cleric" Elena began, "We summoned him to... well..."<br/><br/>The rogue stammered, then looked to the priest, "You tell her, okay?"<br/><br/>He looked at her in protest, but she had already left. The cleric brought Rhianna into her room, and closed the door. "They told me what happened." He said, "I... I had helped the prostitutes before the Tythe came. They say that the Gods are against it... But I could not, in my good conscious, do nothing to help them if they were to bring children into such a pitiful existence. And...the gods havn't revoked my powers yet, so..."<br/><br/>He sighed, "My lady. What I'm saying is..." He mumbled, pressing his hand against her belly, "I can help..."