The paladin at the very least had the common decency to look properly chagrined, and she didn't interrupt Ylene at all.  There was a moment of tense silence as the blue scaled dragonborne clenched her jaw and gripped the back of her chair tightly.  Several more moments passed before in a low voice, one that seemed an equal mix of anger and chastisement she spoke, “The plan was not that they would simply accept you.  The plan that I'd had was that you'd pose as a convert, someone renouncing Shoni for Ah'mie.  You bear her marks, yes, but many people bear tattoos or markings gained in the haste of youth.  The followers of Ah'mie would have not been able to resist the chance to convert a follower of a goddess so diametrically opposed to them.”<br/><br/>She sighed and then straightened in her chair, her posture relaxing somewhat and her jaw unclenching, “Though, as I said, it's too late for that now and I am very eager to hear any plan that you might come up with.”  She grimaced slightly, “and if you're willing to work for me, I'm very eager to try to provide any help I can.”