Daisil whispered a prayer for a safe and prosperous trip and left a gold coin in the offertory plate before leaving the church.  He arrived back at the caravan and nodded in acknowledgment of Brendon and smiled.  "The final destination will be in the trade city of Torvalt, although we will be making stops here and there along the way."  He patted the side of the covered caravan.  "There's been a recent demand for furs for noble fashions."  He passed by Miklin and looked at him, "I haven't seen the priestess, has she arrived yet?"<br/><br/>Miklin shrugged and Daisil grumbled.  The auspicious day was growing inauspicious by the moment.  He looked to Brendon, "We seemed to be short one member of the guards.  Could I ask you to be a bother and go get the others together to find her?  You can't miss her, she's quite distinctive."<br/><br/>