<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Hoshiko_for_wicked.jpg)</div><strong>Hoshiko</strong><br/><br/>A look of feigned concern crossed the fox girl's pale features. "A moment of silence for poor priestess whats-her-name." Her gaze followed the knife, and the tiny spatters of blood as it soiled her once pristine gown. "Oh now what did you go and do that for?" a look a anger flashed in her slitted, amber gaze but then she took a deep breath and it passed. She was about to say something when he mentioned someone frail looking with white hair.<br/><br/>"Roderic?" but she didn't really expect this fellow to know or care. She accepted his gift and then watched him leave. Not a moment later, she moved to climb out of the cellar, hoping to stay out of sight long enough to leave the monastery far behind. She would examine the piece of cloth on the way, attempting to make some sense of the different patterns embroidered therein.