Rehsif glanced around the room and couldn't help roll her eyes, yet another example of the decadence of rich folk. How many people could they feed with the cost this building incurred on a yearly basis? A lot she wagered.

The booming voices of the statues blasted through her mind, triggering a headache. Dehydration and sleeping on a stone floor was almost as bad as being hungover, at least she thought it was.

Facing the Council of Light, she barely listened to anything they had to say, her head was throbbing and she was starving. 

All she knew was that she'd somehow managed to survive this long, and that was something to be grateful for.

The Mer Admiral commanded the others to speak, the Chicken Man seemed annoyed at the statues as well, and the Orc looked like he wanted to break something... or take a large dump. She couldn't really tell.

When it came time for her to speak, she opened her mouth but nothing came out, clearing her throat, she tried again, "Uhrm... If I can get a shower and... and some water, I'm up for anything." She looked around at the large statues, "Also those statues are a bit loud, if they could lower their voices a bit... I have a headache." She swallowed, her dry throat sticking together.