Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150417225617/@comment-3293219-20150419214406

With a fuckton of money... Isaiah thought, inside his head as he rolled his eyes.

"We live to help those who need us, after all, it is why we exist, no?" The Old Woman smiled, glancing up and noticing Isaiah.

"I am Revered Mother Ashna, owner of this Priory, my Sisters, Brothers and I tend the home of the dying." She explained, introducing herself, with a gracious nod and a smile.