Lelika is fascinated by your ability to wield the touch of Loviatar through your whip and spends a long time choosing her own; wanting to get the one that most closely matches yours. She is also interested in whether you can do the same with similar weapons, such as the crop and cane. The liquid agony to her represents tantalizing yet dangerous curiosity, and she does not voice her questions as she recalls Mistress Utra, a fellow Maiden, who once opened the cheek of a novice with her whip for asking about the substance.<br/><br/>In the town she seems high spirited, enjoying the reaction of others as a follower of Loviatar and her novice walk the streets, often making eye contact to see whether the gaze is averted or met. What little disappointment she feels when it is revealed that the boots will be unavailable quickly disappears as she examines the arrow heads, testing the tips and edges along her finger, eyes darting around as if hoping to find a place where she can test her archery skills.<br/><br/>The black leather gloves, the palms lines with felt, receive less attention at first, but once she realizes the full effect they bestow upon her she puts them to test. She starts a finger game, taping the tips together in rhythm to a fast but simple tune you cannot place. Without any immediate, tangible affect the green and copper amulet is only briefly toyed with, but for all of the items Lelika is grateful, her thought clouded with uncertainty of just how she can respond to being given such valuables equipment. She recalls her days as a bandit, where even after major raid she rarely had more than 100 gold pieces.<br/><br/>Properly equipped you and your novice set out towards the gates, both of your eager to start your journey, although Lelika is more open about her enthusiasm. Through the ring of amber however you sense something. Thinking of her days as a bandit has reminded her of the abilities she practised, abilities that are currently rusty. As she approaches a fruits stall her hand snaps out, returning with two bumpy skinned fruits, a dull red in colour. She walks away, the shop keeper oblivious, and slyly hands you one of the fruit.