<strong>~Young male acolyte of Pelor~</strong><br/><br/>The young boy in the vestments of Pelor was a little confused; he couldn't imagine a student of the arcane arts being sent to aid him in his chores. "You must be here to speak with someone else.. Perhaps Lady Naomi can help you. She's over there." He gestured to the dreamy healer as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>~Naomi Samonte~</strong><br/><br/>Naomi had been staring with a dreamy gaze at the person in the red hood, for once still hearing what was being said to her, but when the acolyte gestured to her she felt her cheeks grow a little warm and turned her attention back on Tasaril. "Dreams? Well, they're visions from the Gods. Sometimes they can be helpful." She ran her fingers through her blonde curls as she wondered what the stranger was here for.