The Council Man had a job for her.  This is a good thing.  She owed him for what he did, but she was bored a lot.  Hopefully they do not find her bored-work.  Council Man always got mad when they found her bored-work.  Said something about reputation and appearances.  She usually said something about wanting something to do.  She usually meant something to kill, hunt and kill, or maybe torture and kill.  That was fun the one time she was allowed to do it.  They said she did it poorly.  Did she really?  Isn't the point to make them scream?  Never will understand these City Men.  Job!<br/><br/>They called her for this one.  Said it fit her abilities perfectly.  She did not understand.  Still doesn't.  Told to watch him.  Told to keep an eye on him.  Told to report things.  Dangers.  She mouths the unfamiliar word.  'Report'  Council Man said it meant tell him about things.  He said that in this case it meant tell him about what the Priest Man did.  Tell him about the Dangerous Stuff Priest Man did, does, and will do.  Priest Man has a name.  Madrigail.  She mouths that word too.  Odd name.  Council Man never gave her his name.<br/>For a few days she watched him from the woods, stalking her do-not-kill Prey.  Then Council Man asked how their meeting met.  Talk did not go well.  He said she should ask him about worshipping his god.  So, now she approaches Madragail.  The Priest Man.<br/><br/>Her eyes are cautious, her manner confident...but definitely wary.  She does not move like a normal person would.  Her eyes are attracted to different things.  She is dressed in a rustic and functional manner, armed, of course.  Bow, Arrows, two long swords.  Their weight a comfort.  Old friends.  Many human tracks line the dirt, and some animal tracks.  Some of both leading inside.  Then the door is examined.  Odd thing.  With scratches on it.  She examines the scratchings closely identifying the animal tracks.  Truly, the significance is lost on her.  But, his is a god of beasts then, yes?  She can only hope so.  She catches herself reaching for the door.  Old Master had taught her to knock first.  So she knocks.  Then she opens the door, mentally kicking herself for forgetting the rules of this place again.  Knock, wait for person to open.  She shrugs and looks around, looking for someone to talk to about Madragail.