"All of your belongings are in your room, you need not worry. Now come, take a seat and let me get a look at you." The priestess said reassuringly. She sat down on one of the benches lining the sides of the hallway and motioned for Veria to do the same. Despite all of the stereotypes of frightening and barbaric Orcs, the priestess had a soothingly calm demeanor. She was not unlike a caring mother for all who would come to her temple. Placing her hand on Veria's head, she let her restoration magic flow through her skull, which both soothed some of Veria's pain, and allowed her to see if anything was wrong with her health.

After a minute or so, the priestess was content that Veria was in good enough health, so she moved her hand from her head and gave her a smile. "I believe you are fine, my child. The soldier who brought you here, he said your name is Veria? It is good to meet you, my name is Murnglesh. Would you like me to take you to your friend, Swims?"