Olga finished her morning prayers, and then joined the rest of the group, noting with just a hint of awe the newcomer and her wolf.  She had heard of druids and how they could make wild beasts tame.  But hearing the stories, versus seeing it with her own two eyes, this majestic creature willingly at heel in a building within a city of men, were two rather different things.<br/><br/>"I am Olga, and may the light of Sunne illumine you, friend Leyra," the priestess intoned.  "Our comrade here," she gestured to Zemok, "is anxious to tend to the business at hand, and I for one share his desire to dispense quickly with the bloody business of the day."  She turned to the wolf, with a smile on her face.  "And I'm sure you would have plenty of stories to tell, if only you could speak."  She reaches down to pet the wolf.