Rhiannon stepped nervously away from the elderly man, wielding a stave and all divine fury as if he were a prophet; he certainly looked like one. The offering of apology relaxed her although his assertion that something differed about her made the anxiety return and she looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear.

"Please, sir, I'm here on Pilgrimage. The Father at my village issued me this Pilgrimage as he fears I may be... possessed by an evil spirit. It gives my voice a siren's powers if I will it and I've never hurt anyone but if he says it is evil I must exorcise it. Please don't tell anyone though, they would burn me as a witch." Speaking in fluent Latin, taught to her by the Father who disapproved of the Bard's teaching, she continued to look around nervously, prayer beads clutched between her shaking hands again. She had noticed the large man's eagerness to stay away from the Prophet-like man but drew no attention to it, she knew all to well the necessity of keeping a secret.

"I pray at the feet of a different saint every day from Matins until Nones to cleanse myself of the spirit." She continued her explanation, eyes glancing around them or for her parents; her father in particular was growing tired of this Pilgrimage and she sensed a growing animosity from him, perhaps he would tie her to a stake himself if this continued.