A Woman in the Temple of Lathander

A pale faced woman, wearing green and black leathers, tentatively walks into the Temple of Lathander, giving furtive glances to the guards and giving an overall image of wariness as she takes a seat on a pew toward the back of the sanctuary. She doesn't speak to anyone, unless spoken to first, and then it's only to mumble that she needs to see Cleo.

one of the lesser priests would aproach her with a warm smile on his face

"welcome to the Dawnspire dear friend, you look troubled, can i help you in any way to light your way to your personal new dawn?"

The young woman jumps as she's addressed, then looks up at the priest with dark eyes; its clear she hasn't slept in days. Shifting uncomfortably, she mumbles a soft response, now looking down at her hands that are folded tightly in her lap. "I need to see Cleo, please."

the young priest nods to her

"I will see if the Dawnlord is available"

before he goes to see if Cleo is available he brings her a pitcher of Water and a wooden Cup

"here my friend, to refresh yourself"

Presently, Cleo enters the Dawnspire escorting a frail, stooped old woman. Over his shoulder is a large burlap sack festooned with cloth flowers. He holds the great door open as the woman enters and slowly toddles to the back pew. He catches up to her in time to aid her as she kneels; then, at her nodded behest, he retrieves an antique, worn holy symbol from her bag, placing it gently in her gnarled hands.

Seeing Sabine, he smiles with recognition, holding up a finger in a request for "one moment". He kneels beside the woman and prays with her, then helps her onto the bench, where she sits, beatifically content.

Only then does he stand and approach Sabine, a sad little smile dimming his boyish face. "She wished to pray here once more before she is evacuated. But I'm certain you're not here to pray to The Lord of Dawn. How can I help you, Sabine?"