The noble-looking, fully-armored woman starts speaking, before even stirring.  "And they dabble with forces outside the realms of the gods, forces they have no real understanding of, let alone business dealing with."<br/><br/>Sitting up and arranging her long, bound, black braid to the side, the woman pushes herself off the ground and dusts herself off, her armor and cloak otherwise gleaming and flawless.  Her eyes pass over the individuals, measuring their uses in her own instant hierarchy, herself at the top, of course.  Walking towards the building as well, a half-step in front of the group, "You did ask what they were:  a quick deal for shady results, as you can see.  I," she introduced, now ignoring the stroke victim, "am Lady Nalva d'Lach, a conduit and champion of legitimate divinity."