The priest could not help but laugh, but his laughter was one of good natured mirth rather than callousness or mockery, and he suppressed it as best he could manage.<br/><br/>"You'll have to forgive me Tashiel," he smiled, "I can see very from your state of dress that you've had a bad run of the dungeon. Please, come inside. Let's get you into some new clothes."<br/><br/>The priest guided Tashiel into the temple, or rather a side chamber from the actual place of worship meant for robing and disrobing before and after the ceremonies.<br/><br/>"Now please, you'll need to undress of course. I have something here that may help." saying this the priest withdrew a vial from the wardrobe, evidently stashed on a shelf above where the clothing was hung. He turned to face Tashiel, and seeing her hesitation he smiled, "Please, no need for embarrassment. You'll need to overcome any of that kind of hesitancy when it comes to that sort of thing in order to be effective in the dungeon, and what I have will require me to massage the blessed oils into your flesh where it is most sensitive; it'll help acclimate to to the dungeon's trials."<br/><br/>The priest stood waiting, watching the elven beauty without a hint of shame on his features. He was either very pure of heart to not give off any hint of perversity, or very good at controlling his expression. Either way, he did not seem to have any intention of allowing her any other option.