[Tacelyn Armagil]

Tacelyn opened her mouth, to object.. then thought better of it and closed it.. then opened it again to complain.. then closed it once more, having thought better.. then opened it again to scream.. and shut it a third time, none of these solutions seemed likely to assist her with her situation.

Her observation of the monks.. or lack thereof.. left her wondering, and indeed worried, that she’d been most notoriously abused. Had the monk she’d gone to for help purposely gotten her into trouble so that she’d be removed from the monastery? Were monks allowed to do that sort of thing?

With all the vanished monks, it felt to her paranoid mind as if the entire monastery were in on this little conspiracy against her.

Before she could gather her wits, and make a response, she found an eye peering at her through a tight gap. It’s owner made a comment about her current pitiful state of being, and seemed content to send her on her way. This was almost too much for her to bear.

Gritting her teeth a moment, she reminded herself that this was an elderly man, and an eccentric one at that. If the monks who had sent her here were honest.. and she supposed that they really ought to be, they were, after all, monks.. she had to be patient, and try again.

"It is tutelage, which I come seeking." Tacelyn began.

"It is true that I am unwell and could benefit from a healer today, and there are as many of those loitering about here as there are fishermen loitering by the river," she agreed, in as reasonable a voice as she could muster.

"My people say that in giving a elf a fish, you feed him for the day. In teaching a elf to fish, you feed him for a lifetime. Hence, I seek Miyagi that I may be taught to heal myself, and others, for a lifetime.. not just for today."

Tacelyn certainly hoped she was making more sense than she seemed to be in her own mind. If it was indeed a fool who has sent her on this errand she was going to make painfully sure that the aforementioned fool did not repeat his error.