As she approached the village of Larm, Olga had an enthusiasm that was indefatigable and contagious.  For after all, it was the summer solstice, the holiest day of the year for a priestess of Sunne, goddess of the Sun.  The dour reluctance of the guards to open the gates barely even registered with her.<br/><br/>She located the tavern with the guard's help, and walked in confidently just after Zemok.  Her eyes roam across the room, catching the dwarf.  By his ruggedness and austere look, he almost looks like the anchor holding this establishment together.  Noticing the amulet, she nods slightly, and walks over to one of the chairs, resting her staff against it.  "May the light of Sunne illumine you, dear sir," she said to the dwarf.  A rather standard blessing of her faith that was also jolly useful as a greeting.<br/><br/>Olga removed her cloak, hanging it carefully on the back of the chair, showing herself as a leggy blonde.  The tunic she wore was neither prudish nor revealing, and featured a sunburst in the upper-right corner, with rays flowing across her chest and shoulders.  The aromatic smells in the tavern finally woke her stomach, and she ordered dinner.  Looking at the dwarf and his rather impressive weapons, she asks, "Are you expecting a battle here?  The town here certainly seemed keen to button up at dusk.  I trust their caution is not without reason.  Oh, my name is Olga, Priestess of Sunne, at your service."  She curtsied, then proceeded to sit down.