She had to admit - Hillcrest was a nice town, pleasant and pious. More, just being clean - Getting a good night's sleep - the feel of the sun's rays against her form...It made the world feel a little larger, a little brighter, and lent a glow to *everything*-! Lady Lucille dressed, unhurriedly; Donning her cuirass, her surplice, her curvy form automatically adjusting to the familiar weight of her armor against her skin - Even as she left the inn, her peace-bound sword riding high on her hip. She favored the vendor with a fetching smile, as the smell of fresh-baked bread wafted through the cool air - Her long, lissome legs eating up the distance, as she climbed the sloped streets to the church.<br/><br/>"The blessings of the day be upon you, Father," Lucille murmured - the ritual greeting between the members of the faith. She drew herself to her full height, her hands clasped behind her back; the lovely brunette allowing herself a moment to savor the tranquility of the well-kept church. She drew a deep breath and held it, her coltish legs crossing with a smooth scrape of stockings; "-I appreciate your offer, Father Nandel; But please, let me know how I may assist you."<br/><br/>Her words were a little formal, but belied by her slight smile - As she canted her head to one side to regard him, the faint breeze teasing her midnight tresses. Slim fingers rose, to brush stray strands back from her lovely features: She had to admit, the lady Paladin's interest was certainly piqued-!