Selise paced down the slowly sloping street to stare at the large figure of a lion’s head carved into the side of the wall. Water flowed freely from its mouth and into the little basin at the street level, sending a refreshing mist of water into the air. It almost made the morning too cool for her liking, but she remained rooted to her spot and stared at the small, red-roofed building in the distance.
He lived there right? She frowned at the thought. It was just a guess, but she felt confident enough to at least have it lead her steps here. A single glance, that was all he had given it, but for him it seemed out of place. When he sulked off she expected to find him halfway to a tavern door, not standing in front of a residence. She scrunched up her nose as the moist air began to give her a chill. With somewhat of a disgusted look at the perpetually drooling lion she began her walk up to the front door.
What was the worst that would happen, she slightly inconvenienced some stranger? A stranger from Old Town…seemed like a bad idea. She huffed in annoyance. No one in her old home had these issues. Everyone knew everyone and if there was a knock on your door it would have been a welcomed thing.
“Damn city…” she muttered under her breath. Even so she had paused and turned around briefly, rethinking her decision.
Anyone watching would have had a nice laugh at the pacing priestess, turning in her small circles in the street, working out what seemed like a very important dilemma in her mind. Waking up a stranger a little earlier than they normally would was nothing compared to the conversation she had a few days past. If the man’s words were true, if all the implications and warnings of danger weren’t exaggerations then this thing was bigger than she could handle.
But was it worth it to call in this one favor she had been gifted? Was it even right of her to possibly get him involved in something he had escaped. It was right to at least let him know, she had faith that he wouldn’t betray her confidence if she asked it. Her lips set into a thin line at the decision and she turned back to the house, walking up to the door and knocking sharply three times.