"Wait Yazhu!" Ameiko called out after Yazhu as she ran, but she was already gone.<br/><br/>The old priestess tutted. "Young'uns... always rushing everywhere and nowhere and forgetting to smell the flowers!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sandra was of course always willing to lend a ear to hear Yazhu's troubles out, and as she was a friend she even did it for free instead of charging her usual worshiper's fee! It wasn't her first time listening to someone's confession, as she quickly set up a confession booth in a wagon with a heavy curtain, giving Yazhu some alone time and privacy in the booth where she could let it all out of her system without becoming self-conscious, while Sandra sat on the other side of the curtain with a sympathetic ear.<br/><br/>She didn't speak until Yazhu had finished getting everything off her chest. "There's only one way out... you have to come clean, or your guilt will eat up your whole life!"<br/><br/>By that time it was late in the night and everyone else had already gone to bed, or at least to sleeproll, though...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next morning...<br/><br/>A familiar looking dark-skinned white-haired woman arrived in the camp, speaking with Ameiko. It was Nualia, Tsuto's possibly ex, who had caught him and Yazhu in the act yesterday!<br/><br/>Yazhu saw them, but they hadn't noticed Yazhu in turn yet. Shalelu, making preparations for departure, happened to notice Yazhu's reaction. "She is looking for a job as a caravan guard," the tiefling explained simply, not fully understanding why Yazhu was so worked up.