What was it with these people?  She asks a simple question and then gets fussed into an empty room.  "Sit here."  They said.  Then they give her some food and some hot drink and then leave.  Wild woman.  She had been called that before.  She did not look it so much anymore.  Certainly the wildness had been smoothed over by enforced civilization.  Regular baths now a requisite, she found herself...not disliking such.  Not that she would admit it.  The small plate of victuals is quickly consumed, the hot liquid is left.  It smelled odd.  Plantlike.  But not like something she was used to.  So, she waits in her seat, then she starts pacing.  Fortunately, someone walks in before she actually gets bored and tries to think of something to do while she waits.  Immediately she turns towards the room's only door and the man in it.  "I need to speak with Madragail.  I need lessons about his god."<br/>This time, she did not ask.  It was a statement.  Did all gods make their followers so hard to find?  She waits now, her gray eyes on his, waiting for him to excuse himself and bring this Madragail.<br/>Correction.  She did recognize him, but she decides not to reveal such, lest she be asked uncomfortable questions.<br/><br/><edited to make my character not a complete fool>