The portly priest lead Miyuki down a somewhat dark, and blessedly cool, hallway, lit only by high narrow windows on one wall.  On either side of the hall were stout looking wooden doors that had been polished with oil to a mirror like sheen even in the dim lighting.  Stopping at a door that bore a golden plaque on the front that matched the holy symbol of Pelor, similar to the one about his neck, he stopped and pushed the door open.<strong>"My name is Father Rolan by the way,"</strong>he said as he gestured for Miyuki to enter the bright room beyond the door.  Miyuki gave her name as she stepped forwards into what looked like a very comfortable, and very bright office.  The windows faced west, giving an largely unobstructed view of the city that sloped away down hill, to the sparkling ocean beyond.  There were no curtains or sheers on the windows letting in much of the Laelith sunlight.  The decor was solid and plain, but obviously of a high quality.  It seemed that the priest preferred quality and substance over flash.  Stone and wood dominated the furniture, and the only padded bit of furniture was a low stool, Miyuki guessed for kneeling on, that sat right in front of the window.  There was a small bit of gold decor as well, but mostly in statuettes or plaques that bore the likenesses of Pelor or his holy symbols.<br/><br/>Rolan closed the heavy door behind her and smiled before gesturing to a small wooden lock box on his desk,<strong>"The healing spell you ask is a rather simple one, and I would gladly cast it for only a few prayers to the sun father.  But if you feel so inclined to donate some coins, it would be appreciated."</strong>Then gesturing to the padded stool,<strong>"Kneel on the stool if you please and face the holy light of the sun while I say the prayers."</strong><br/><br/>Miyuki did as was directed and she felt the priest's warm hand on the top of her head, right at the crown.  For just a moment she thought it unusual that he wasn't rubbing against her, cupping her bottom, or anything else lewd.  It seemed to be the norm in Laelith, but the hand rested only gently and felt completely harmless.  She heard his voice as he took up almost a sing song tonal quality and raised his voice calling out,<strong> "Master of Light, Sun Father, Pelor, in your name I beseech thee.  Take pity on this woman who basked a bit too long in your holy radiance.  If she be worthy of such, cure her of her ails and lead her in light, ever away from darkness and pain."</strong><br/><br/>Miyuki would feel the warm feeling of his hand grow even warmer, then actually hot, as if it was the full force of Laelith's sun beating down on her scalp.  But instead of being uncomfortable, it actually felt slightly pleasant.  That heat spread through her body, her skin feeling hot, feverish, though she did not break out into a sweat, or at least not any more than she already had been from being outside earlier.  For just a moment, only long enough to elicit a gasp, the skin that had gone red on her body did briefly burn and hurt.  But then it was gone, all the pain of her sunburn was completely gone.   She felt the hand lifting from her head and as she turned, the portly priest was smiling down at her and holding the hand out to help her stand.  Her own skin was completely healed, gone was any pink and red along with the pain, replaced by skin as creamy and smooth as it had been when she'd awoken that morning.  Helping her stand he said,<strong> "Now the only thing I do ask, is a bit of your time.  I usually cast that spell on the faithful of Pelor, those who have proven their loyalty to the Sun Father.  But I don't recognize your face, from any of the faiths that practice at the all temple  So you'll have to beg my indulgence as I ask if you have a god or goddess, and maybe convince you of the path of Pelor."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled and gestured to two sturdy wooden chairs that faced each other,<strong> "Sit, tell me Miyuki what brings you to Laelith?"</strong>