With the staff of the temple ready to take care of a priestess’ mundane needs, it was quick and simple to have her orders carried out and nothing to do but wait a few minutes for her own move.  Making her way out of the cellars and taking the steps up, around, and through the giant tree, there was only two giggling acolytes who passed Alice by on their way upstairs, giving her a polite nod as they hurried to their business, or pleasure, as the case might have been.  As they rounded the trunk out of sight there was a louder gasp, shushing, and a door hastily closing behind them.  The acolyte residences, Alice recognized, as she passed by.  She was close, as far as the servants’ directions went: third door on the left on the acolyte level residences, before one came to the private rooms of the priestesses and suites of high clerics.<br/><br/>There was soft glowing faerie lights and bioluminescence all around, and some open knots of the tree closed with green crystal provided a makeshift mirror for Alice to check her appearance.  Everything was in order, and knocking on the door, there was a soft squeal of surprise, coughing, and a faint “Just a moment, please!”  After a few seconds, the nervous acolyte preacher from downstairs opened the door, her eyebrows raised in question.  Behind, there were four empty beds, each with a trunk, table, and chair, and on a common table was the Pink Andoran Chill, open, with an empty glass beside.  “Yes, priestess, may I assist you?” she asked, composed, though there was some redness to her eyes and evidence of crying.