A Matter of Faith

"Thank you, milord," Miyana says shyly, clearly not accustomed to such adulation.

Boudica looks at the poverty and suffering in this, the supposed street of dreams. She does not fail to notice that the majority of those she sees here are Traladaran, either. Petra would be sad. Indeed, she thinks to herself, I had thought of buying the Three Rivers Tavern and setting up a shrine to the Three. But perhaps Petra would prefer I come here and set up a mission, serving the poor and infirm. Some day...

When the sketchy man asks her if she is looking for work, she looks at him suspiciously and moves on. Having nothing else to do, she wanders a bit more, until she decides to be of some good. As she walks, she approaches sick or injured children whenever she sees them and offers to heal them. Once she has used all three of her spells for the day to cast Cure Light Wounds, she sighs in sadness once more, knowing that she has done so little to reverse the suffering of this community. Nevertheless, it is all she can do today, so she returns to find out how her friends have fared in the tourney.

Will assists with the straps, and remarks, We’ve met before, haven’t we.. His remark inflected as more a confident statement than a question.

Miyana nods. "We are adventuring companions."

Miyana smiles shyly. "Practice, mostly. I get plenty of it in the adventuring lifestyle."

For a moment, Miyana is quiet, but then calls out to Thea. "We could always use a good swordarm."