The priestess, whose name had been surrendered upon promotion, was a tall well built woman. Even garbed in the loose robes of her profession she was obviously a strong woman, her almond eyes and light brown face the poster child of a Procellian mountain woman.
"I shall have to commune with the king of kings before I may speak of his will. Though, I may describe what we traditionally build." She said in a deep voice that seemed to reverberate in the room
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