The Olde now that was a forsaken land if she ever saw one. Alliana quietly looked out the carriage as they neared the hamlet of Ash. Well calling it a hamlet might be an overstatement in her opinion. The place was as rotten away and broken as the rest of these lands. Truthfully there wasn't much hope for this settlement in her opinion. She even found it rather surprising people were still living here, judging by the faint light coming from some windows.

 As the carriage had pulled to a halt, she picked her sword and hopped outside with the rest of the people she rode with. A woman templar and a priest of Shee'l Tor of all things. The irony was not escaped on the vampire's mind. In difference from the rest though, she didn't hold any special feelings towards the priest. She simply didn't care about it. She knew the priests were not necromancers, but that was a story for a different time. With her backpack on her back and her sword on her hip she didn't carry much other luggage. The edges of her dress were now getting dirty and wet from the bad weather and the frankly dirty streets. Well it was her fault for dressing in it really. She was going to have to change into her adventuring attire proper before they get anywhere later.

 She kept on smiling as Sir Arthur Chastibul appeared and called her a dirty halfbreed. Which while true... was not the way to address someone you just met and someone who's going to fight for you that is. The priest received even less of a good welcome than herself which she found absolutely hilarious. Seriously that were your guards? Two farmers with farming tools? She sighed as they moved towards his office. At least one of the men appeared to have a grasp of not messing with priests be they of Shee'l Tor or not.

[color=c4df9b] “Any words you have will be wasted upon those who don't want to hear them, priest.”[/color] She said quietly, not really caring about it much though. As such Alliana simply pulled the hem of her dress a little as to keep it from get it any more dirty while they were getting to the office of this 'fine' gentleman. 

 [color=c4df9b]“Piece of advice though, get someone to straighten the blade upwards. A battle scythe as they call it... It should at least make your guards more effective. The undead aren't some weeds you need to cut.”[/color] She threw in a remark towards Sir Arthur with a smirk.[color=c4df9b]” Unless that is the case and you have no need for us?”[/color] She didn't really like his attitude from earlier.