Well, it had been going well.  Still, leaving tomorrow, she was happy, all were happy, good.  Names... names, no names that she can tell... and what would she call herself?<br/><br/>Gesturing to herself, thinking quickly, her hair caught her eye, one of her deeply crimson braids...<br/><br/>"I am the Crimson Maiden." she said, figuring that would translate well enough, since she didn't quite have a name to really give (first thing to come to mind though) "Then we leave tomorrow.  Is there someplace I may stay for the night?  Is there any ritual I must partake in in order to help you to the spire?"<br/><br/>Might as well ask such things, and she also had a strange idea of what she could do to help, involving a bit of prayer, if she recalled correctly...