Sota

I watch from afar as you are led on horseback to his temple high up in the mountains. I'm curious as to why you're dressed in elegant robes and wesring makeup befitting a royal courtesan, not for some simple village farmer. You look... solemn. The men leading you help you off your horse and leave at the entrance of my home. I wait until the men are completely gone before swooping from my hidden perch to confront you. What are you doing at my home?