The half drow mentally filed the information disclosed to her by the mysterious voice for it may prove useful later.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes at the priest's question, her eyes quickly sizing him up before answering. "Well for one if you were a woman you certainly were cursed with the worst genetics I've ever seen. Also your riding posture was distinctly male, you let your robes splay behind on your mount unlike a proper woman who would make sure to adjust herself so as to not accidentally expose herself when getting off and on a horse. And what a beautiful specimen you have here. Tell me is it a he or a she and what is their name...Also for that matter what is your's and of which church do you hail from? Your colors seem similar to that of local faiths but to my knowledge symbols of Amaunator are usually come in a nice golden yellow, not blue and a pleasant shade of sunset orange. Are you from some isolated cloister of followers of the morning lord by chance?" She asked in a still curious but somewhat wary sounding tone.<br/><br/>Ivy let out a deep seductive chuckle at his evident embarrassment from being aroused by her sensual charms, making her cock a hip out to one side and place a hand upon while flashing the holy man a mischievous smirk. "I apologize for my state of dress dear, I was fast asleep but a moment ago before my darling pet awoke me. If I had had more time I would've made the effort to better conceal my body from view. Oh where are my manners, you're probably waiting for me to introduce myself. I'm better known as Countess Ivana Blackrose...though if you wish to be more informal  you may address me as simply Ivy. So tell me friend, what brings you to the woods on such a foggy night as this?" She asked, continuing to gently stroke the holy brother's horse while still maintaining eye contact to be polite while she listened to what he had to say.