<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Sigmund-Church of Iomedae</span><br/>The church turned makeshift barracks resembles very much as it did the day before, with a noticeable lack of soldiers. No doubt they were well rested from the night before and ready to duty. Two familiar figures find themselves shocked at Sigmunds entrance. It was Lilay and Jophery, standing not far from the back of the room.<br/><strong>"It's as if a mere mention of your name could summon you"</strong>, the woman spoke up with a look of both surprise and amusement. Her expression lasted not but a few moments before returning to a somewhat melancholy demeanor.<br/>The young man was quick to explain themselves,<strong>"I was just about to look for you. About the soldier from the day before, Hordo. We don't think his condition is improving."</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Kachina - Crow's Feet</span><br/>The sound of rain was the only noise to drive away the otherwise deafening silence of the room. Upon what was allowed to be browsed were common goods. Lamps, candles, jugs, and flasks were among the product sold. Anything of real worth was behind the counter or perhaps the store room in back. All pawned away here to be polished and prepped for a new owner with a heavy purse. It seems curious trinkets and treasures of all types managed to find it's way here sooner or later.<br/>The shop keeper watches Kachina loiter about for a few minutes before finally, and dramatically, clearing his throat.<br/><strong>"Can I help you young lady?"</strong>, he spoke up. His voice was as pleasant as the scraping blade against whetstone. What was otherwise a considerate statement was spoiled by a hint of condescension.