Journeying clergy man, an Adventurer

"I think I'm going to be an adventurer, what about you?" you say to her

"Oh that's nice, I might want to be one as well" she said with a smile

"cool, well I'll leave you to your group" you said as you departed back to your room

After a while of walking you began to hear footsteps, you looked to your left using the reflections of the stained glass to reflect the visage of three female individuals. you continued your steps, no longer looking at the foot of random painted saints.

You thought carefully, long ago when Tristana had just arrived. These three individuals came as well, they were bullies, ones that seemed to come with being a fallen noble house.

The leading girl was Beatrice Brightfust. A noble, whose family held a higher rank then that of Tristana's father. She had red hair and was dressed in clothes that was more adorned with the colors of the crimson dragon crest her family bared and less like the pure white robes that you, Tristana and many of the clergy wore. Furthermore, her makeup was fairly small but was tone in a way that exemplified her aggressive nature. by her side were two maids, Adorna and Ana.

Her family held the land that this branch of the church laid on.

"why don't we enter my room?" you stated demurely to the arriving familiar individuals. Their expressions filled with malicious intent.