<strong>~Naomi Samonte - Healer~</strong><br/><br/>Naomi had smiled absently as O'walu's arm slid around her a little. He was so very nice to her. That thought led her to the arrow in her hand and she looked down at it.<em>'Weapons, of violence... Weapons which should only be used in defense of a creature or cause.'</em>She had such a weapon at the Shrine in her small bedchamber. It was a plain enough mace bearing an engraving of the sun upon it.<em>'Surely all things we can use to hurt can be used for good purpose. And all the things we learn to heal a person can be used for ill...'</em><br/><br/>The broken arrow shaft twisted in her hand. The feathered part still lay in the street somewhere as she stared, transfixed, at the head of the arrow turning in the air. Suddenly O'walu's arm moved, she blinked as his hand took a hard hold of hers. A small shuffle of her feet and her eyes casting about the street were her main reaction. They settled on the dwarf<em>'Oh...'</em>He had said something about dwarves, and no matter how they'd talked about the virtues innately present in any living soul, he had insisted he despised them.<em>'I'd forgotten about that...'</em><br/><br/>She didn't move except to gently squeeze the hand so strongly holding hers.<em>'Still need to try and talk to him about it again sometime.. Maybe-'</em>for a brief moment her face lit up as she started to say something; luckily she thought better,<em>'No.. not now.'</em>She relaxed and waited for them to leave, forgetting completely about healing one or the other of the two still-injured thieves.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>~Narrator~</strong><br/><br/>The guards retreated with the thugs in tow, the thieves' pockets now lighter than they had been previously. No sooner had they gone than the cleric asked for an escort home; O'walu's behavior went unquestioned by the man he'd just helped to save, though the priest seemed to have noticed.<br/><br/>Before the gathered heroes get a chance to respond cold laughter is heard from above. Those who turn their heads spot a slight figure on a rooftop nearby, presumably previously hidden in the darkness there. The rain seems not to effect the cloaked person, whom upon close inspection has black and white face paint. The rest of their facial features, indeed identifying features, lay hidden in the hood of a wet, black cloak.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>~Unknown - The Rooftop~</strong><br/><br/>"Well done, young heroes!" An entertained, if mocking voice, calls down to the gathering, "Still, the Cleric lives because<em>we</em>wish it so, not because of your misplaced Bravado." The stranger's sex is revealed by her voice as she speaks. Her hood flies off with a dramatic gesture and the face-paint is in the same harlequin's visage as those of the thugs the party has just dispatched. The hand which threw the hood back and exposed her brown hair to the rain now is used to level a finger on the cleric, "Carry those words to your temple,<em>Priest</em>. The children are lost and no longer Saint Cuthbert's concern."<br/><br/>She seemed to take notice of Naomi then, the little waif of a girl standing beside O'walu with eyes peering at the new-come woman through the rain. "Pelor has no stake in this either, and you fools won't meddle where you're not wanted if you know what's good for you." It came as a challenge of sorts before she turned and darted across the rooftop, her lithe form bounding over the slick surface of the rain-dampened shingles as though they were as straight, dry and flat as any playing field.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>~Narrator~</strong><br/><br/>The Cleric edged behind the adventures upon the appearance of the new woman, his recent run-in with her painted friends making him feel rather cautious. Naomi edges behind O'walu when the woman directs her attention upon the healer, almost hiding completely with the arrow still grasped in her hand. There is no easy way to attain access to the rooftop she had occupied, and the rain makes the task more daunting. The party is left to decide their actions with the cleric repeating himself softly,<strong>"If you would escort me to the temple, Jenya will gladly reward you. I'd rather not run into any more of <em>them</em> tonight."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>Out of Character: No checks to identify the lady can be made at this time, just so you guys don't end up waiting on an answer to that if you had it in your minds. ^^.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Edited for typos.</span>