Alyssandra<br/><br/>Obviously the girl needed a headache cure, rather than an actual headache, for her Mistress.  She seemed scared stiff.  Alyssandra wondered if her earlier ravings had been overheard, and she softened.  She had once been a slave in all but name and knew from experience their lives did not need to be made any harder.<br/>“A headache you say?  Well, how can I refuse something so simple for the sister of one who serves Wise Pallas with such dignity and grace?”  Alyssandra, as did any good follower of Athena, knew of Diana and the upcoming appointment of the next High Priestess.  While she had no favorites among the candidates, it was quite an honor to serve any of them.<br/>“As I am often afflicted by headaches, I keep a special mixture in my personal stores that will alleviate your mistress’ pain without clouding her senses.  If you would like to come inside I can have it prepared in no time at all.”  She said, holding the door open a bit wider.<br/>