(in continuity, this is en route to the market... feel free to overlook/interrupt if present)<br/><br/>Fallon accepts Koram's offer to walk arm-in-arm, but seems otherwise to remain aloof.  She listens politely as he comments on the typical matters of educated interest, but otherwise does not respond until his direct questions.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2404842#msg2404842">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 02-11-2009, 03:21:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My mother was a cleric, but I never got the name of what sort of cleric she was.  It must be a very fruitful life, being a priestess.  But you are not precisely a priest, are you, madam?  No, if I understand the differences correctly, you are like an agent of your god's will?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>With a radiant smile, she looks him over at that question.  "I didn't exactly say now, did I?"  She drags her fingers through her coppery hair and tests the placement of a simple wood-and-leather clip there.  "Well, I'll indulge your assumptions and your curiosity, since you're being so polite and all.  I'm no priestess... I was an acolyte.  More a servant of the church than a leader."<br/><br/>With a slight shrug of her hard, compact shoulders, she grins and adds with a circumspect smirk, "And not a particularly<i>good</i>one, mind you.  I was great company for the tired priests and defenders, but... well, never particularly good at being pious, nor at prostrating myself before another's will."  She smirks.  "As far as an agent?  I'd like to think so... as it stands, the only reasonable summation I can offer is that she's charging me with a great task, and she's given me some tools to complete it."<br/><br/>She listens about their employer.  "Hmm.  Well, your skepticism is appreciable."  She sniffs, leans aside to peer around a corner at a stall full of sparkling things near the market, then straightens and leans a bit closer to him to speak confidentially, "I don't sense anything particularly... well,<i>evil</i>about him.  But I am wary, to say the least.  It's only logical.  If an offer sounds too good to be true... you know."<br/><br/>She looks over the dogs at the market, not precisely melting the way some of the epicene girls of the cloister would be, but rather seeming a bit uncomfortable when she considers how many have been 'driven out' from destroyed homes, lost families... how many were some boy or girl's best friend, or birthday present..?  "So many of them," she says with a delicate sniff, then turns away as if intrigued by something on the horizon.