<br/>"Mmm, I can't say I disagree," Islif nodded with melancholy, but seemed to draw sustenance or hope from Randal's words, inviting herself to briefly place a palm against his armored chest. "Oh, nice plating," she murmured under her breath, almost more to herself. Then more aloud, and looking up into the tall man's eyes again, she said, " 'Tis typical for Tymoran initiates to face some sort of gamble, wager, or trial where good luck or bad -  though rarely of the truly dangerous variety, unless 'tis a risk with reason such as those good-hearted adventurers oft embark on - these 'offerings' are such, as if the temple meant to accompish to things at onec. But you are right, they go much too far. Perhaps...after the dragon...you might have words with the Tymoran temple in Arabel on our behalf. Sadly, I understand that one female initiate is already on her way to the dragon, so were you to go to the temple first, whatever you might convince them of there, 'twould like be too late for her."<br/><br/>She hung her head and looked away wistfully and sadly, but then gave a secret smile and turned back to Randal. "Wherever you do plan to go after the dragon, whether back here in Eveningstar, Arabel, or elsewhere....if I know where to expect you, suddenly I think I should like to await and see you back again, to feel the relief that you have been victorious, and properly thank you both." Her palm ran down Kelsey's forearm with a soft smile.