"To whom that remains to be seen." I mutter to myself.

"What?" the priestess asks, hearing my muttering.

"Uh, nothing." I say to her, embarassed by her hearing my thoughts.

A strikingly beautiful woman, her surprise entrance took the advantage from me and I quickly regain my composure.

"And how did the high priestess to the Lady of the Isles know that the Lord of Vathypetros could be found in a backwater shrine far removed from the center of her universe?" I ask.