Dralas
Dralas and Rianne entered the common area only to end up in what seemed to be the Temple's base of operation. Dralas spotted an official-looking priest speaking with another that had a familiar face. The former gave the ashlanders a rather unwelcoming look, while the latter seemed to be genuinely nice enough.
Rianne asked directions, and they ended up with a new companion. At least for lunch.
"You're very gracious," he said to the priest, though he felt bad about taking without having something to give in return, and even worse about eating from the Temple's kitchens. But he'd already been smoking their hackle-lo, and would soon be working for them. What more harm could eating do?
"We've seen each other, but never met. I'm Dralas Lasamsi, and this is Rianne," he instinctively gave an ashlander hand sign, but remembered afterwards to shake hands, as was the custom of most Imperial citizens.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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