((waited on Fallen to post and got caught up in my military calsses. So without further delay))<br/><br/><em>The gunslinger and the many named nun would see a small bit of satisfaction upon the older man's face. he politely pointed the barn to the woodsmans who took refuge for his apparent quarry. Though an older man, his eyes betrayed guile and cunning as unbecomming to a priest as his wit versus the sherriff.</em><br/><br/>"the woman fancies herself empress in a land where such titles are earned, bought, and zealously protected. she assumes because the Lord is even toned, she runs his lands. A pity, as she seems only adept at running her mouth and in circles", he chided as he welcomed the guest and his nun into the commune proper.<br/><br/><em>The room was rather spacious, about 40 feet wide by 60 or so long. Along it's walls were altars to a wide variety of deities. toward the south end were the kitchen, pantry, and several utility rooms, to the north was the chamber areas and dormitory. The eastern doors, which the party entered from, faced the village. sitting at a central table adorned with symbols of balance; life/death, sun/moon, sky/earth, and son forth. Father Corvine took his seat.</em><br/><br/>"so how may i assist you fornlorn traveler", the priest asked as if he had suspicions which he did not intend to hide," are you also after my wayward flock, or the fallen Acolyte Alex? Do I assume that the sherriff did not at least give you the impression that she likes wolfsbane a tade too much?"