Introducing myself as Anarchy Stocking when it is needed, mingling in with the crowds and giving each person a nice hard stare, keeping the apple close to my mouth for easy nibbling and chewing. Looking at the fountain and the roguish character taking some water from it, not bothering to care enough to stop him. All in all quite a group of misfits and losers, as I giggle to myself.<br/><br/>Watching Pipre more then any other, finding her to be quite the sultry looking elf. Too far away to notice her nipple rings sadly. That would have had confirmed my suspicions about her kinky lifestyle. Sighing out more to myself, wondering if there is anyone at all naughty enough for my levels of debauchery. By the time I get the idea to take a seat, we do get sheppard to where the head priest is.<br/><br/>Looking at him with a even more detached look, knowing full well already the task I have to succeed in to regain my rightful place in bliss and harmony. A quest is a quest, but one from a priest would at least nab me some more honor points to those damn arch-angels and what they did to me. Still, I am not going to say anything to him or the others, more interesting in hearing the details.