The priestess' expression changes. The softness falls from her face, her gaze becomes piercing, and lines arou

The priestess' expression changes. The softness falls from her face, her gaze becomes piercing, and lines around her mouth grow harsh. "Very well, baron. I will leave this shrine and move to the city. But I warn you: I will not suffer argument and rejection. The wisdom that guides me is far older than us both, and does not respond kindly to the willfulness of fools."