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In the end everyone accepted, and the group was led to the place that would be their home for the next month. Little more was divulged as to why their mission was a secret, instead they were given explanations as to what they would be doing, namely, training. Training that among other things would allow them to form a bodily shield that would protect them from the fog of the abyss, a prospect that interested Ioxeia greatly. Anything that could ward against corruption was another tool to her arsenal, and a skill that would interest her order a great deal.

After a bit more information from Virgil about their rooms, financial situation and schedule for the coming month the group was left alone together and were able to introduce themselves to one-another. 

[color=lime]“My name is Ioxeia, a Disciple of Panacea. I’ve come here from a monastery a day away from this city, though my family and order both originally hail from the city of Constantinople,”[/color] She informed the others when her turn came to introduce herself, feeling little need to hide what she was and perhaps oversharing in the process [color=lime]“As I mentioned before, I am first and foremost a doctor, and I will do all I can to ensure Petra’s prediction does not come true,”[/color] The masked doctor spoke with conviction despite knowing how all to possible such an end was. 

She followed suit with the gender split of the rooms. Despite the obvious occupancy discrepancy this created, it was likely for the best. People who were about to face death sometimes desperately tried to find intimacy and even though a month was not long enough for this to cause an issue, and so in her opinion it was best to reduce the risks. The corruption of the abyss was not somewhere a new soul should be developing.

The first thing the doctor did was put her bag down on her chosen bed, and, after rummaging around in it for a few moments, retrieved a stick of incense and a jar to place it in. These were put on a nightstand near the bed she claimed and then lit. [color=lime]“For purity,”[/color] she explained succinctly if questioned as the pleasant scent slowly filled the room. Once the smell was suitably suffused into the air of the room, Ioxeia carefully removed her hat, boots and long gloves. The fabric covering her face was pulled down, and the mask was clipped to her belt, keeping both her most vital protection close at hand just in case. The rest of her protective ensemble remained on, but she would change out of it to sleep. 

After her various other belongings were packed away, securely in some cases (you did not leave any kind of alcohol, even that intended for medical purposes,  unsecured around soldiers, even the chosen of god) Ioxeia found herself at a loose end as to what to do, which made the Priest's offer to lead an evening prayer a reliving bit of familiar structure in what had been a rather tumultuous experience up until that point.   

[color=lime]“I would be glad to join you, Brother Alistair”[/color], she replied with an appreciative nod when the offer was made, unwilling to entirely drop the honorifics of the priest. Partially because she was a true believer and partially because her order had a complicated relationship with the church’s orthodoxy (their focused reverence of Saint panacea and their opinions about the nature and threat of demonic corruption rubbed some of the faithful the wrong way), and so it always paid to be polite to it’s Inquisitors. The last thing this expedition was arguments about minor doctrinal disputes.