Tara tensed as she heard Father Corvin speaking to the Sheriff.  Instantly, her lessons from the night before came back to her, and she trembled slightly.  This was no show of modesty and submission, this was a deep and well trained part of her.  As the horse came to a stop she slid off, the Priest's attention turning to her.  She looked towards the Sheriff for a moment, a glimmer of hatred in her eyes.  When she turned back to Father Corvin, though, Her head was lowered respectively.<br/><br/>She blushed slightly at his words, and she knew she would have new sins to repent when next she entered his chambers, she was sure her newfound companions would be a topic of discussion.<br/><br/>"Father," She stood before him with her hands folded in the front of her robes, "We found the carriage driver, Father.  He did not survive."  Her voice was soft and almost tremulous, her hair falling forward slightly "We came to seek burial for him, so that his soul does not wander."  She almost trembled at his closeness, but contained herself, biting her lip slightly.<br/><br/>OOC:  Perception: 13  Spellcraft: 13 ( . . really?)