Lana giggled as the young man finished, silently raising a hand and the preist's face went pale as he quickly ushered the crowd out of the temple. As the temple quickly emptied the priest moved to stand between the stranger and Lana. [i]" I know not who you are, but if you speak true then you are a host, and as a host you have a duty to this world even if you do not wish it. If you ignore this duty you will have no farm let alone a life to spend farming. "[/i]Lana watched the preist with an obviously amused grin, he was clearly angry at the young man for various reasons. The preist removed his hood to reveal an aged elf, he looked impossibly old and his glazed eyes scanned the young man as if looking for a weakness. [i]" Such potential wasted on an ignorant and ungrateful youth... [/i] 

Before the priest could continue Lana raised her hand and rolled her eyes, a voice as smooth as silk and tempered from a great amount of time spent dealing with fanatics leaving her lips. [color=red]" Calm yourself priest, you forget yourself again and if you continue speaking I may require your life in advance as payment for your words... leave, now. "[/color] Without another word the priest left, a clearly distraught look on his face but he did not argue. Lana waited till he left before she spoke.[color=red] "I apologize, people often forget themselves when their only hope for survival act like spoiled children. In any case I welcome you and your god...Saitra is it? I understand from what Malthael tells me that you are a Goddess of Karma and Fortune? I am Lana and Malthael, God of Blood and Sacrifice is the God I have been lucky enough to be paired with.... tell me, something other than your poor melons must have brought you here, what was it? "[/color] As Lana spoke she moved slowly down from where she stood so that she could face the young man while they spoke.