When she heard screaming coming from the basement underneath the main room of the chapel, the Priestess of Kynareth wasted no time in going downstairs to comfort their guest. She was an Orc, middle aged, with black hair. She wore a simple, tan robe, with no sort of extravagant accessories. She had been in charge of caring wounded pair of travelers since the Imperial patrol brought them in the previous night. Presently, it was a few hours past noon, so they had been sleeping for over twelve hours. 

Once downstairs, the Orc priestess saw the Imperial girl looking around frantically. She approached in a nonthreatening manner and spoke in a calm voice. "Do not worry, child, your friend is fine. Kynareth has blessed both of you with good health. I have been watching over both of you since you arrived last night. Your friend awoke about an hour ago. I can take you to him soon, just let me take a look at you first. You were hit in the head a few times, by what I could tell. I need to make sure you are alright."