Ayrie managed to out pace the bulk of the remaining crowd by leaving before Asran said goodnight. She made her way at a leisurely pace to her little home, and was surprisingly greeted by lights on inside.

[i]'Oh no... The priests!'[/i] She all but yelped as she raced up the stairs. She hadn't been back since the afternoon, there was no telling how long they had been inside, or if they had seen any of the festival or Ayrie's actions.

"Hello? Father Darren? Father Gerrick?" She called as she entered. She didn't see them right away but smelled fresh cooking coming from the kitchen.

"Ah, you're back! Father Gerrick, our sinner has returned to us!" Father Darren came out of the hallway, staring her down with a look she had never seen on his normally peaceful face.

"Father Darren... I..." She stopped as he held a hand up to her, turning his head away.

"Two days. Two days you've been here without escort and we arrive to find you dancing at a heathen festival. To find you [i]complacent[/i] in the sacrifice of others." Darren began, his voice cold. "You sat at table on the dais and followed that man, this this priest of darkness into his temple? Disappearing for hours before showing up here looking like you got run over by a horse? Just what do you think you are doing?"

Ayrie froze, unsure where to start as Father Gerrick entered the room looking just as furious but carrying three plates of food. [i]'So they aren't kicking me out, but sending me back is not yet out of the question. My reasoning for what I was doing must be sound."[/i]