Lelika seems disappointed at the thought that the armoury may not be that well stocked, but she tries her best to hide it, forcing a small smile. You approach her and lift up her gown, the gesture makes hardly any difference to the visibility of the welts left by the cane. Your half-elf’s smile becomes genuine at your firm slap, but does not respond to your praise, unsure of what she should say.<br/><br/>Your novice walks behind you as you lead her through the series of hallways. This time your destination is Pain Devira’s office, which you enter through a large oak door. The walls of the large room are decorated with expensive paintings. Three depicts battle scenes, the colours are muted but the attention to detail is intricate, right down to the expression of grim determination on the soldiers’ faces, and the pain of those wounded. The last painting is one of an uninhabited stretch of coast, the lines of the hilly terrain blurred, and the waves of the sea shine from some mineral mixed in with the paint.<br/><br/>“Greetings, greetings to you both,” Davira welcomes you from behind a desk of dark wood. Lelika enters with a bowed head, but quickly raises it in fascination at what she sees. Fascination, and confusion.<strong>“It happens to everyone, young one,”</strong>Davira notices her expression,<strong>“Unfortunately I must entertain others here. Members of the town guard and merchant princes. They would be disconcerted by some of the sights in our temple, so my office may not display my full commitment to our Mistress,”</strong>she smiles kindly.<strong>“I am pleased to see you have chosen a novice Alison. Come, offer me your hands and I will bind you. Then I have something to give you,”</strong>