A waitress comes by dressed in simple robes, bringing small cups of tea for each of you, Olivia included. As this happens, the religious group with dark robes passes by, muttering in some language none of you understand. They seem to be walking in formation until they reach your table, where they recoil, as if something about you caused them issue. As they leave, you can clearly see the insignia on the backs of their robes.<br/><br/>Nys<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">You recognize the insignia, sort of. A few months back, there were multiple people who requested it tattooed on their arms.</div></div>