The guard posted in the waiting room remains silent, standing at attention and at the ready as the adventurers file in. For the most part he remains entirely professional, his helmeted gaze kept forwards, his posture rigid, and his discipline visible. When Sir Viscariot begins to make a fuss, his gaze turns only slightly, a hand reaching to the hilt of his sword.<br/><br/>Shortly after Honey arrives, the door opens once more. A young woman, clad in white robes and adorned with simple wooden holy symbols, pokes her head in. "Is this everyone then? Excellent. I'll take them off your hands now, the Lady would like to see them." She states simply, turning a warm smile upon the group. "If you'd all follow me?"<br/><br/>The guard bows stiffly to the woman, turning his gaze back towards the party of adventurers. "Please be on your best behavior."<br/><br/>The woman sets a moderate pace through the hallways, her steps soft against the polished stone floor as she rounds several corners. "You honor us with your presence. It's so wonderful to see people step up to do good for the kingdom. These are trying times, and the world needs heroes more than ever. It makes me long for the days of the Phoenix, I adored those stories as a child."<br/><br/>Stopping before a door seemingly at random, she places a hand on it and pushes it open. "Come along then, the Lady of the Faith is inside. She's in a meeting with Marquis Elspeth, but you won't be interrupting."<br/><br/>The hall beyond was magnificent. Long enough to be considered a true 'hall', with sloping arches that gave the feeling of a holy church. Stained glass depicting heroic events of the past cast the light of dawn across the room in glittering colors. Near the center of the hall someone has pushed numerous ornate wooden tables together and covered them in a clutter of maps. Several people in light armor mill about, gesturing and discussing details as they push markers about. Two individuals stand out among them.<br/><br/>The first, and most prominent, must be the Lady of the Faith herself. A human, she stands at the head of the table, clothed in rather plain white robes. The only difference in clothing between her and her attendants is the fine golden embroidery depicting the symbol of Pelor. Still, even from a distance her beauty is striking. Raven hair, practically gleaming with a glossy shine, flows down her back, accentuating her fair skin. The robes, while plain, do nothing to hide the graceful womanly curve of her body. Her voice, carrying across the room due to some quirk of acoustics, is both firm and kind, commanding the conversation with an almost motherly tone.<br/><br/>To her right, a younger girl stands at attention. Her silvery hair is cropped short in an almost boyish cut, combining with the curve of her face to make her seem almost androgynous. Her mithral armor gleams in the dawn lights, hiding any womanly curves she might possess. Indeed, the Marquis herself straddles the line of androgyny almost perfectly.<br/><br/>"-But it appears we have guests. Please, come forwards, you are welcome among us. Volunteers to help the kingdom, I presume?" The Lady calls out softly, allowing the echoing acoustics to carry her voice without shouting.