The elderly lady was unhindered as she made her way through the crowd. Some sought her out, asking polite questions after her health or offering to help her to her destination. Though she simply shooed them away exclaiming she can get around well enough on her on.
Ahead, a young dwarf was near to crossing her path. He appeared as if he were on a mission. Eyeing the direction the dwarf was heading, and his appearance in armor and a very large sword strapped to his back, it was not a hard guess he would soon be offering his services to one of the orders of the crusade. As the dwarf passed the old lady she merely bowed her head in his direction and said, “Ahhh Master Dwarf, a young priest of Gorum, are we? Ever does he love a good fight. Bless you Master Dwarf, may your blade bring glory to us all!” As always, she didnt stand around waiting for a reply, the old lady kept moving through the crowd. It was enough, however, to give the young dwarf pause before he continued on his way.
The elderly woman continued as well. Not only on her walk through the crowd but also offering a, “bless you, child,” or another kind word to those she passed. She was doing just that when a young man bumped into her. “My, arent you a handsome one? Were I a younger lass I think you’d have to buy me a drink for bumping into me.” Not knowing exactly what to say to that the younger man was just trying to excuse himself when the old lady grabbed his hand and said, “You must have been through something terrible, child. You have a rage in you that denies your angelic heritage. Focus your rage to do good and you will find the answers you seek.”
With that, the old lady released his hand was shortly gone from sight in the crowd. It was just past mid day at this point. Lord Hulrun was due to speak in front of the Cathedral of St Clydwell soon. Many were gathering to hear his words, crusader, would-be crusader, and civilian alike. Today was shaping up to be a great day for all!