A short, dirty, female elf ambles up the street toward the temple, humming a tune, the levity of which seems out of character for the dull, urban setting. It seems to paint, with music, a scene of sunshine breaking through a canopy of forest leaves, illuminating a path, one spot of light at a time.
A longbow is slung across her back, one end stabbing at the air over her head like an antenna, while the other end almost drags on the ground behind her. Daggers adorn her belt, and mud is smeared across her face.
Her hands are smeared with dried blood, and her breath smells of ale (but only slightly). She smiles to herself as she walks up to the temple door, ignoring the gathered group. In a soft low voice, the tune she was humming takes some improptu words...
"Three boys, a half-orc.
Here is the place to apply.
Bishop Klogg's Office."
Mikara reads the note, and an annoyed look crosses her face. She spits on her bloody hand and rolls her finger on a piece of the provided paper, leaving a rusty print. She folds the paper and slides it into the box.
It's only at this point that she acknowledges the others, but only with a polite smile to each. Her smile to Dextyr seems a little forced, while she seems to be more amicable toward Tristan.
She walks past the group and back down the street to the Hanged Man.