<sup><strong>Temple</strong></sup><br/><br/>Irriaka would stand as the two agents of the local sheriff approached her.   Her long hair flowing with a life of its own, to its full length  as she stood.    The two looked more like sell swords then true deputies, mercenaries more like it.   The small plump colorful thush takes to the air as the two close the distance.   Irriaka waits for them to speak.  After hearing what they have to say.   She give a polite nod to the two of them.    Answering as she reaches for her pack.<br/><br/><em>"Of course,  lead the way."</em><br/><br/>She simply respond, as she would follow them to the arranged meeting place set by the sheriff.