Naomi had grown accustomed to the rain of Cauldron this time of year. She had, after all, grown up in the city and seen its annual cycles time after time. Because of the rain she was not only in the robes of her faith. She'd learned a lesson about that as a child, white under rainwater is not a good idea. Today she wore a serviceable brown cloak about her to keep her robes both cleaner and less see through.<br/><br/>Her feet were booted rather than sandalled as she walked through the somewhat muddy streets; that had been another lesson for the absent-minded girl. She was making her way to the Lantern Street Orphanage with a covered basket of  fresh bread hanging over her arm when she caught sight of O'walu, not too far from where she intended to be.<em>'I should say hello! Maybe he'll want to come see the children with me.'</em>The first was an enthusiastic thought, the second more a dreamy occurrence as she moved forward.<br/><br/>She could hear him say something, but the noise of the rain and the distance made it hard to hear what. She wasn't terribly concerned, though from this angle she couldn't see what was going on in the alley. As she closed the distance between them she was thinking about a dream she'd had the night before, though those thoughts would soon be chased away by more pertinent things.<br/><br/>Her approach left her directly behind him when she saw further into the alley, a man on the ground. The large holy symbol hanging around his neck caught her attention first and foremost and the young girl said, "He's a priest of Saint Cuthbert.." sounding very dreamy for a moment. Reality seemed to snap back into place for her as her eyes settled on the hand O'walu had hovering near his sword.<em>'Uh-oh...'</em>She thought, taking note of the two thugs present and realizing this could get ugly quickly.<br/><br/>Her long, wavy, blonde hair was damp and so clung heavily to the cloak wrapped about her. She wore no armor over her cleric's vestments today and as she stood there behind the ruckus the young woman pulled her brown cloak tighter about her form. Her pretty blue eyes filled with what might have been indignation over what she saw as she whispered to O'walu, "I'll heal you, friend." In her mind there was no choice, the cleric had to be saved. It never occurred to her that her strange friend might be thinking differently as he stood there confronting them.