Erianthe wandered the township for some time, familiarizing herself with the layout—both for curiosity’s sake and with a practiced eye towards defense.<br/><br/>Before long, though, she noticed a cozy chapter-house with a spiritual aura about it.  She smiled softly as it reminded her of home—not her home above the clouds, but the chapter-house of her own order, where she’d grown to womanhood and become a warrior—grown from Agathea’s eyes and ears to her strong sword arm.<br/><br/>The cloud walker approached quietly, but then knocked at the door.  The one who answered would by greeted with the contradictory image of a beautiful woman, tall and strong as a giant, clad in holy armor shaped for a woman confident in her beauty and strength, leaning on a glaive with the ease of a walking stick.  She tried to project comfort and serenity—and that was there—and yet she was distinctly awkward.  “Excuse me,” She spoke softly.  “I…  I’m sorry, I was just drawn to the serenity of this place.  I wondered if this was some form of chapel and I could find some place for prayer.”<br/>