My, things seemed to happen so quickly didn't it? The young drow let out a small sigh as she had watched the people grow into a frenzied panic and pack themselves into the church. One dead soul had arose the attention of the church? Oh heavens no, that couldn't be it?
"Excuse me, dearie, I'm going to take a peak..." Adira muttered. She removed her straw hat and gathered her raven hair, pulling it back into a tight ponytail. "You aren't the type to handle stuffy rooms." Before slipping through the entrance of the church and standing among the crowd, she patted her ally's chest.
It wasn't hard for the girl to blend in, since most were practically jumping out of their seats and murmuring with one another. She lingered at the entrance, her arms crossing underneath her cloak as the pope had explained their current problems; The dragons had come back, and the new maiden was chosen. The chosen girl had looked very... Frail... But then again, she was just a priestess.
"Blah blah blah... How droll..." The Drow shrugged her shoulders and checked the filing of her nails while she listened to the speech.
By the looks of it, Adira and Shen would have to make haste with their traveling plans if they had wanted a good pay, and currently that was the only thing that bothered the pale skinned Drow. She seemed more surprised than she was afraid by all of this news, yet Adira kept her cool composure and merely sighed, "How bothersome... A bundle of dragons and a girl who resembles a twig... Wait until Shen hears all of this..." The girl shook her head and finally looked up, glancing to and fro just to see all of the facial expressions people had shown.
[ Pulls a post from my ass ]