The matronly woman grins, at the elf's somewhat confused reply, then wider, as she agrees. "Good, good, very good. Sharlin, I'll make sure you get your cut, as well. Come along, then, elf, and you can leave your cloak with her. It is hers, after all."<br/><br/>She rises, and, without glancing back, leads the way out of the waiting room, deeper into the mansion, moving at a brisk pace; the elf will want to hurry, if she intends to keep up. Several minutes later, they arrive at a small shrine, deep in the mansion; an older, female priestess shuffles forward, as they enter, though the elf doesn't notice any symbols, identifying the religion. "Now, then, Mary here will take a look at you, and see if there's anything wrong with you, and what you'd be best suited for. Mary, when you're done with her, make sure she gets fed, and assigned to a room. I will check back on her in... three hours."