"Not at all," the two acolytes respond in unison. Which, of course, causes Auntie to give the oracle a crosswise glance.<br/><br/>"What I know of her order, I know only from second hand. Followers of Gozreh so devout that they are said to become one with the weather, blessed with True Inspiration from sea and sky. Though from the looks of her robes, she's only recently initiated." The older cleric stands and approaches the oracle, extending a hand. "Hello, dear. You can call me Auntie."<br/><br/>The oracle bows her head, accepting the cleric's hand solemnly.<br/><br/>"I am Tyrrisha Stormeyes. Well met, Dawnflower." She turns her attention to you again,  eyes glinting in the dim light. "And you, Lisra of Shelyn's flock. Any who wears a gift of the Storms must be a friend."<br/>