The busy priestess slid to a halt as Bram stopped her, arms full of bandages, clothes and all sorts of stuff. It was a wonder that she was able to carry everything she was, much less move at such a speed. Regardless, she met Bram with a smile; it was a priestess' duty to serve after all. The Grand Chapel was immaculate; Soulspire was a clean place, but if so, then the Chapel was on an entirely different level. Not a single speck of dirt could be found; it was rarer even than the Manyte on which the Manastream ran, yet much less valuable. Porcelain tiles made up the entire floor, and the walls of a white material reminiscent of marble. The ceiling was high like the cathedrals of Earth, but even the height didn't stop them from being spotless. The bustle of the outside streets and the markets were sealed away as the Chapel doors closed. Inside, a serene peace and quiet immediately descended like a stifling blanket.<br/><br/>"Hello, traveler," the priestess replied courteously, her voice soft and gentle.<br/><br/>"We have a board of information that you may find helpful," she continued with a bow. Pointing in the direction of the board, she bowed again before scurrying off with her duties, presumably at the triage.<br/><br/>Off to the side, a few people were gathered around a large, wooden board. Various items were nailed to it: Current events, and the services that were offered at the Chapel. A particularly large notice was posted in the center:<br/><br/><strong>Wanted: Crimson Devils <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>(15 exp)</em></span>- Disruption of peace, theft. Reward for any who can drive away the bandit encampment, 50 gold pieces and a personal thanks from her holiness Seriel. </strong>