The woman near the altar looked away from her concerns as Verisira approached, and waited patiently at the end of the aisle for Verisira to reach her.  She had a calm demeanor and a pleasant smile.  Her robe was, perhaps, less modest than it seemed from behind; as she neared the blonde priestess, Verisira noticed the low v-cut of her robe's collar that presented her cleavage in a rather flattering light, and she wore a collar from which dangled a tiny golden flower.<br/><br/>She welcomed Verisira openly, and nodded politely when she presented the letter.  When she read it over, though, her smile faltered, and by the time she had finished it, she was visibly nervous.  With as much effort as she could muster, she carefully folded the paper up again, into neat thirds.  Verisira could see her hands shaking just the tiniest little bit.<br/><br/>"Where did you get this?"