"Understandable. She'll reach her limit, soon. We must all realize our places, such is the life we were born to. If she doesn't wish to do so and shirk her responsibility, she can shirk her nobility with it. No matter. Did you wish to speak to me about anything, Warpriestess?" queries Norran. Gefrey Driscol smiles and shakes his head, before passing by and walking to the pews. "Good luck to you both." "How could I ever seriously contemplate such a thing, when she claims to be amongst their number? And how, exactly?" ventures Norran next, remaining curious.