The city was massive - And incredibly, impossibly detailed! More than once, Tialyn found herself slowing down, just to stare at the sights in passing...Until she reached her destination at last! A little gasp pulsed from the lovely elven cleric's lips, as she watched the tail-end of the fight unfolding...<br/><br/>-She had to admit...The would-be adventuring party was very, *very* impressive indeed. She couldn't help but wince, as one opponent hit the ground with a distinct, brutal<em>thud</em>- the other grappled by the half-elf, until he tapped out!<br/><br/>She'd pause, just for a moment - To let them catch their breath, before she paced forward...Her curvy hips rolling, oh-so-smoothly, a little blush to her cheeks.<br/><br/>"That was...<em>amazing</em>," she said - Her voice low, husky, her words addressed to the duo! The lovely Cleric's sleek throat worked, as a hand came to rest on her hip - Drawing herself to her full height-! Parchment crinkled, as she proffered the page she'd taken from the board...<br/><br/>"...Would you be the 'Prowling Lions'?" Tialyn inquired, her slim fingers rising to touch her golden holy symbol, brushing stray strands of glossy hair back from her pointed ears! "I'm Sister Tialyn, of the Church of the Dawnflower." With the supple grace of a willow swaying in the breeze, she sketched a bow...Straightening, s-l-o-w-l-y, at last! Her deep green eyes were intent, curious:<br/><br/>"I understand that you've been looking for a Cleric?"