Alexia was glad to put boots to the ground, her light violet eyes looking upon the silent visage of the entrance to Mother Terrea from underneath her dark hood. The young elven blooded woman stood resolute upon the apparent peace and dread of the locale, hearing at the distance the toll of bells signalling the call of the faithful to gather. It did her heart well to hear them... if there was still someone to sound them, then faith and hope shouldn't be dead upon this place. She knew there was a community here... however, to hear the rumors of the cursed land one would think the land devoid of life that wasn't plagued with misery and darkness.
Picking up her pack and putting it on over her dark cloak, over the shield she hid underneath on her back, the blade hanging by the belt at her waist and the crossbow strapped to it, the young Demon Hunter took her silvery holy symbol... a physical representation of both her faith and confidence and let out a short prayer to begin her work. Though she carried herself methodically and confidently, this was to be her biggest work yet... only a little time had passed since she had finished her instructions by the death of her teacher. There were many lessons she had yet to acquire... however, her training had been completed before the fateful separation. She knew the words of the vows, of the sacred tongues and the sinful one of devils, she had trained her body and mind, honed both for what was to be her work... trained in the use of all weapons and armors. She still didn't couldn't wield the sacred power of the spirit, the magic borne out of conviction and cause, though she had been introduced to the rites, knew the way to such power even if she was still an acolyte of it. Already could she heal wounds and sickness, even if in a limited manner, and she could also sense the supernatural... feel their presence upon the mortal world. That would have to suffice for now... she had to trust that when the time came she'd find the strength for more if it was needed of her.
Thus ready to part she let go of the silvery holy symbol, letting it hang from her neck as she looked at the men and women around her... few had been their words during the travel, however they all understood their common purpose here. For one reason or another they were a group of capable individuals who meant to understand and fight the taint gripping this community. In that, they were kindred. Focusing her eyes once again ahead, towards the Church and the populace they'd find there the young woman spoke up in a cool, soft spoken though clear tone
"Alexia Sindarin Calbridge... Demon Hunter. I concur... the Church and the people within are a good place to start" she says before starting to step towards it.