For all of her display, old habits and instincts died hard. She'd spotted the hand on the hilt of the sword and she wondered whether this woman would cleave her in two. When the hand left the weapon she inwardly let out a sigh of relief at not being killed on her first foray into spreading the word. When she saw the look on her face and heard the question, she tilted her head a bit and smiled, pushing her glasses up as they had slipped a bit on her nose.
"I am but a humble servant of the Twelve. For too long did I wallow in my own life of inequity and sin and only through loss and revelation have the Twelve allowed me the chance to help others who may be lost to find them." She eyed the blade again and chuckled. "You don't need the blade, friend. As you see I'm unarmed. I may speak loudly but have no intention of harm. Just an engaging conversation and the hope that someone will find their way to or back to the Twelve as a result."
She gave a slight bow and kept her eyes fixed on the stranger.
"I am but a humble servant of the Twelve. For too long did I wallow in my own life of inequity and sin and only through loss and revelation have the Twelve allowed me the chance to help others who may be lost to find them." She eyed the blade again and chuckled. "You don't need the blade, friend. As you see I'm unarmed. I may speak loudly but have no intention of harm. Just an engaging conversation and the hope that someone will find their way to or back to the Twelve as a result."
She gave a slight bow and kept her eyes fixed on the stranger.
