Ayrie was perched in a windowsill, watching a party in the streets a block or so away. These people were so strange to her, completely different from what she had experienced at the monastery. The elders had sent her here to save the heathens from their depravity, and so far Ayrie was having little luck. She had simply purchased a small building and set up shop as a spirit healer.

As she sat she sensed someone at the door, but wasn't sure what to make of the energy she felt. It was dark energy, almost enthralling to her senses. She moved silently towards the door and peeked through a peep hole to see a man with white hair trying to pry the symbol of peace from the wood. She waited for him to stop pulling for a moment and slightly cracked the door.

"Excuse me, what are you doing that for?" she asked quietly. She let her black hair fall over her shoulder as she peered out at the man, and the purple silk robe she wore over her 'street' clothes blew slightly in the breeze of the open door. "Is there something I can do for you?"