By His will, the cleaning be done

A relatively new arrival in town can be seeing going in and out of the church of Bane every few hours like clockwork . Once any priest, slave, or the Black Fang himself holds a Sermon , she is there seeing to the cleaning of every nook and cranny.

On her lips , litanies of faith can be heard by passerby. She is not even recognized as the lowest rank of the church but even in this basic task she spares no concentration to other things.

Once her task is complete, she can be seen, now in armor wandering Shadowdale proper , sometimes with signs of battle showing, other times taking a moment to stop and watch the people of the town.

She smiled then, almost everything but her lips hidden by her blood red hood as she whispers" Walk in Fear Shadowdale. "

*The cleaning continued, while no less dutiful , nor less reverent during it, the black clad man would notice she would occasionally pause her eyes taking a more keener interest in the finer points of the buildings structure. Something in the more complex workmanship of the building now catching her eye.

On her time off, her studies intensify. She tends to spend more time reading. His book being something she visits the most frequently, but books on medicine, surgery , and anatomy of other races have been things she has poured herself into. She went as far as to make a standing contract with some of the merchants in the town. If they manage to find a book that has not crossed her path, a handsome sum (at least for a book) is delivered for it.

She grants herself little time for other things. The one notable exception is her willingness to pay for a hot bath every evening , before her small period of sleep she allows herself before midnight mass. *

Days had passed with this procedure , then finally it arrived . What many people would consider a dubious at best concept, she had been accepted to be a true Slave of the church of Bane. Her work, was no less intense for it. Being given new tasks, Kelinda is often seen in the depths of the temple, adamantly scrubbing away , seeing that the torture room is spotless every day, and still seeing the pews cleaned between every sermon. Occasionally she would shake her head if her fellow slave had not joined her at this point , curious if Watch Brother Helgrave would inform him or not of his new task. She would quickly thrust that out of her mind, She would see it done, and everything she was given. Putting faith in people other then her Dark Lord, and his dedicated servants was a waste. For now let her hands do His will, the sweat just a sign of her devotion.

Due to her new position, her lifestyle had to change. No longer could she enjoy the evening baths, cold drinks and the occasional bit of conversion. Her future, her life was now hanging by a thread. She would do her damnedest to make sure it held.