The vastness of the Coliseum is even more obvious without the crowds that come to see the Gladiators, for today's duel is not a public spectacle. Each major clan of the city has its own covered viewing area atop the arena wall, each with its own private entrance. Only two of them are occupied.

The booth of Clan Kerebos is seldom used, and it takes some time for slaves to clean the seats, bring in cushions and erect the canopy overhead. The booth belonging to Cyclon is on the same side of the stadium, several booths over, but has a three-sided canopy that hides its occupants.

The witnesses for Kerebos include Alcyone's daughter Eidothea and her squadmates Lucia and Euphrosyne. Also present are Xerxes, the acting head of the clan, and sympathetic visitors Aisha, Tasha, Layth and Aaron.

Merope and Alcyone stand unarmed and unclothed in the center of the Arena, facing one another. If not for a scar on the back of Alcyone's left shoulder, the two warrior does would be identical in appearance. A priest of Abaddon stands between them, there to officiate the duel.

The priest raises his arms and announces in voice loud enough for the Lapis to easily hear, "The High Priestess of Abaddon has decried that this contest will be decided through grappling. The first sister to lose consciousness will forfeit all Warrior privileges and restrictions. The winner will have sole breeding rights as a Warrior of this bloodline, and authority over the fate of any living progeny of her opponent."

Stepping back a safe distance, the priest thumps his foot on the ground to signal the beginning of the duel. The two huge does leap at each other, and quickly disappear into a flurry of limbs and a cloud of dust.

Layth watches the event begin in his usual, rather unemotional, way. And then oddly, Layth closes his eyes briefly and lets out a sigh. "Had I known it would be grappling, I would have … I would have at least offered to teach her fighting techniques not used here. It would have given her an advantage," he says to no one in particular. "This … reminds me of the arena back in Abu Dhabi."

"But this way nobody will die, right?" Aisha asks quietly. Aaron actually looks relieved, whispering, "I guess going to the temple paid off."

Tasha has returned some time ago and reported her message was successful, but had said little else about it. Now, she stands with her hands on the balcony, leaning forward to watch the fight. "They are provin' their own worth, Layth. It's different than pit fights on Rephidim," Tasha says.

Once the dust settles enough to reveal the opponents, it appears that one has already achieved the advantage, having an arm around the neck of the other while pinning one of her arms and wrapping her legs around the other's thighs to immobilize her. The pinned doe can only strike back with the elbow of her free arm, smashing back against her captor's chest savagely. The sounds of cracking ribs echo through the stadium.

"People can still die this way. It's just harder. All it takes is the right pull on someone's neck to break the spine," Layth notes, without obviously thinking about it.

Aisha pulls her ears down at the sound of cracking bone.

The Vartan's ears perk, just as Aisha pulls her own down. With her narrowed eyes and vague frown, Tasha seems to be giving the fight most of her attention.

"And it doesn't take much to break bone," Layth adds when the cracking sound is heard. In his own peculiar way, he looks a bit upset, pensive and like part of him wants to help.

The blows from the pinned doe begin to slow and weaken, and the arm around her throat suffocates her. Her eyes roll back in her head and the fight is abruptly over as she goes limp.

The victor releases her twin and rolls away in pain, the right side of her chest from her breast to her hip displaying a giant discolored bruise.

Using the tip of her hooves as support, Tasha leans forward all the more to try and spot the scar mark on one of the does. In all of Amazonia, she probably has the best vision, too, being the only 'Lapi' Vartan.

Layth stands and cranes his head, trying to make out who won.

Covered in dust as they are, it's impossible to see the telltale scar. This doesn't stop Eidothea from leaping over the rail to the arena floor below, where she lands in a roll before hurrying to the bruised doe's side. The strangled one lets out a gasp and starts to stir, while the priest returns to the center and proclaims, "Alcyone of Kerebos is Victorious."

Layth lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. "Good," he says quietly. "Will there be medics to look after her? I … can help if needed."

Tasha relents from leaning forward, returning to standing upright and nodding faintly. She folds her arms and lowers her gaze to stare at the railing intently, as if thinking. After a moment of like this, she looks up and asks, "Ought I go down there?"

Eidothea helps her mother to her feet, while several unfamiliar Lapi appear and do likewise for Merope. Euphrosyne bounds over the balcony to help as well, while Lucia has to force herself not to follow. "Nemo is waiting in the surgery room," she tells Layth. "She will be fine, I think."

"Alcyone could have snapped her sister's neck and not have had to suffer the broken ribs," Aaron notes quietly. "She has my respect for not taking the easy way out."

"I … do not like being on the sidelines," Layth admits to Lucia. He then looks to Aaron and nods, "It's easy to kill. It's harder to subdue."

"I'm goin'," Tasha suddenly declares, without waiting for an answer. She places a hoof on the railing, and then, with a shove of her legs, leaps in to the air to glide down towards the priest.

"What will happen to Merope now?" Aisha asks. Xerxes puts a hand on her shoulder and explains that Merope is no longer a warrior – and so is free to have children if she wants, but they won't become warriors unless Eidothea fails in her training.

The priest watches Tasha approach in silence, while Aaron wonders out loud, "What's that crazy Vartan doing?"

"Something bad, most likely," Layth notes and shakes his head.

Tasha sets down near the priest and, as she had before the Temple of Abaddon, greets him in the fashion of the Abaddonian faith. After that, she turns to watch the two does get carried off, ears perked and face pensive.

"Abaddon's will be done," the priest says to Tasha, studying her face impassively.

"Are you all right, Lady Aisha?" Layth asks absently. He keeps watching the area and doesn't look at Aisha.

Thinking on that a moment, Tasha replies with, "So it is. I 'ad to see for myself."

"Yes… there wasn't any blood, and it was quick," Aisha says. "I thought it would be more… brutal. But in the end it was more an act of love, I suppose."

Layth looks over his shoulder and arches his brow. "I begin to wonder about acts of love you may have witnessed on the sky islands," he notes.

Aisha blinks, then blushes. "I meant love for a sister. For family," she notes.

"Of course you did," Layth says in agreement and turns back to the arena. "Are there to be more events today?"

"I hope not," Aaron says. "It's nice to see this place empty for a change."

"High Priestess Nitsa will receive Aldara Tasha this afternoon," the priest tells Tasha.

Layth tilts his head, hearing the comment. "Did you hear that, Master Lightfoot? What has she gotten herself into?" he says.

"Maybe it's some agreement she made when she delivered the message," Aaron guesses. "To participate in some ritual, or carry something off to Abaddon for the Priests."

Tasha turns to gaze up at the Clan Kerebos booth for a moment, then she turns and nods to the priest. "I'll 'ave to inform my travelin' companions that I'll be out this afternoon, I will," she informs the man. Her tail wags slightly, then she bows to the priest again, signaling her imminent departure.

"If we're lucky, yes," Layth notes, not looking entirely convinced. "I suppose it is not our business. She is an adult. So long as she does not endanger Lady Aisha."

"I can ask to go with her, I suppose," Aaron notes, his ears drooping a bit. "If she were in trouble, she'd have told us, wouldn't she?"

"This is Tasha," is all Layth says on the subject.

The Priest returns Tasha's bow, and then leaves the arena, using a different exit than the one the combatants were taken out through.

After turning slowly to take in the entirety of the arena, Tasha hunches down, dusts her wings along the ground, and then leaps in to the air. Shortly after, she lands in the Kerebos booth with a clatter of hooves. "I'm goin' to be out this afternoon," she says once she's settled.

"So we heard," Layth notes absently and returns to his seat.

"Do you want an escort?" Aaron asks the woman. "What sort of favor did the temple ask for from you?"

"Favor?" Tasha's ears perk in surprise, but she shakes her head. "No favor, an' I don' need an' escort. There's somethin' I need to do there."

"Nothing dangerous though, right?" Aaron presses.

"Life's dangerous," Tasha replies, gesturing to the arena with a hand. ""Abaddon's will be done." There's strength in that, aye?"

"Tasha is an adult. She is also part of this group. I would believe that had she done anything dangerous, she would do the responsible thing and tell us, as it affects us," Layth notes quietly , brow arches a bit.

"Errr," Aaron replies, uncertain how to respond. "Well… as long as you aren't going to be sacrificed or something."

"It'll effect only me," Tasha assures the group. She thumps a balled hand to her chest. "I'll be all righ'. Don' you worry. It's somethin' I 'ave to do." Then she smiles, teeth and all, looking upward. "I think my life makes sense now. I guess I was always s'posed to come 'ere."

"Okay, this is scary," Aaron whispers to Layth. "Just what did you do to her in that bower?"

"I'll hold you to that. If you end up dead, I'll go into the afterlife myself and kill you again," Layth says. He then leans over to Aaron. "Nothing unusual," he whispers, "But, I would recommend you might want to send a spy to keep an eye on her. This doesn't seem right."

Tasha's eyes narrow as she looks back to the group and glares at Aaron. "Don' you blame Layth! 'E's perfectly fine. It's no' 'im. It's … " Tail up and ears back, Tasha just glares at everyone a moment before sighing, "Jus' you nevermind abou' all this. I'll 'andle it. It's my problem."

"Tasha. You said you wanted to own your own airship, yes?" Layth asks.

Aaron frowns, but doesn't argue with Tasha.

Tasha's angry glare melts some. "That'll come, but I'm no' so much worried abou' that anymore," she explains. "I've found somethin' more … " Then she's glaring again. "I said nevermind it!"

"Please, let me speak my peace," Layth says and holds up his hands. "I just want you to think about something. Look around us. Why are we here? Why did we come to the arena today?"

"Only the gods know," Tasha answers, neutrally. Then she blinks, adding, "Oi, you mean why why? To see the two does fight, to prove who's worthy." She puts a hand on her hip and nods. "An' don' you worry abou' me getting upset abou' that. I understand it now. I 'ave no problems wit' this. They fought bravely and fairly, an' I'm sure Abaddon is pleased wit' it."

"Why did we come to see the does fight? Aisha doesn't like violence, nor does Master Lightfoot," Layth asks quietly and calmly.

"Why would it matter to use who is worthy?" Layth asks.

"'Cause we were asked, an' worried, I think. Why?" The Vartan eyes Layth suspiciously, as if expecting some sort of trap. "Might no' matter to you, bu' it matters to me, an' it matters to them. That's life."

"You're not seeing my point. You're seeing only the surface, not the meaning. You have to look beneath the mirror shine of water to see how deep it may go, to quote Master Zafir," Layth says and holds his hands apart. "We came, because they're friends and for Master Lightfoot, extended family. When you are part of something, a family, a group, airship captain, whatever you wish to call it, there is no 'problem' that belongs to just one person. It belongs to everyone of the group. Because that's what it means to live together, to be part of something. You draw from, and give to, your friends and family. That is life. If you wish to go alone, that is your choice. But understand there are people who worry about you and are willing to stand with you, through whatever may come. And should you need anything, people are here for you. That is all I will say on that."

Tasha's ears splay what Layth quotes Khattan, but she listens intently otherwise. When the buck finishes, she frowns, and then she stalks over to the railing. Slapping her palms to the railing, she stares out across the arena, brooding for a moment. After a bit of silence, she says, "Fine. This no' open to discussion, though: I asked to become an' Acolyte of Abaddon. There. That's wha' I said. Abaddon gave me a chance, an' I won't let 'er down!" She looks over her shoulder as she finishes, glaring, as if daring anyone to oppose her decision.

Aisha looks stunned, but Aaron just scratches at his cheek in thought. "Well, we'll be waiting for you at Calli's villa, Tasha," Aaron finally says.

Layth nods at that as well. "I wish you luck in finding that which you are searching for," he says. "I'm somewhat interested in meeting the woman which strikes such fear is Master Lightfoot's heart, myself."

"Well. I." Tasha blinks at everyone, except Aisha, perhaps expecting more argument and having been unprepared for its lack. "I'm glad you all un'erstand. Jus' to say i', I 'ave to do the res' myself. It's personal, it is, an' I don' wan' any 'elp with the part tha's mine. I 'ave to do it myself." She nods, then pushes off the railing and turns around. "'Ave you ever felt somethin' … holy, like? Like you were meant to do it, an' it all made sense, bu' it was also like a dream?"

"Just once when I was mixing a potion and forgot to open the windows first," Aaron mumbles.

"No," Layth answers simply.

Aisha doesn't reply, but still looks concerned.

Tasha's ears splay again, but she laughs lightly. "No' what I meant. I guess you 'ave to be there." She shakes her head, laughing a bit more. "I think I'm s'posed to be 'ere. If no', I'll prove it if I 'ave to. I asked Abaddon for tha' chance, an' though anyone could 'ave stopped me, no one did. I guess that's a yes, an' I'm keepin' my deal."

"Well, if you really prefer, I could break both your wings and legs and drag you back with us," Layth deadpans.

"I don'," Tasha says, flatly. "If you try, it'll be a fight."

"Don't joke like that," Aaron says to Layth.

"Then quit expecting us to talk you out of it," Layth suggests to Tasha. "None of this 'I guess that's a yes'. Your choice, not ours."

"Go see where your epiphany leads you, Tasha," Aaron says.

"Tha's no' what I meant! You're the one who kept askin' me." Tasha tosses her hands in the air, then turns to walk towards the rail. "I can' believe you … I wasn' even goin' to tell you. Rrr!" Snarling faintly, Tasha gives the rail a kick, then sighs, "I guess I deserve to get mocked. Well, I'll show you." With that, she plants a hoof on the rail and returns to the sky.

Layth stands and extends a hand to Aisha. "We should head back," he tells her.

The golden doe takes Layth's hand, still looking a bit confused about things. Aaron watches Tasha climb into the sky, then turns and leads the others out of the booth.

"She'll be fine," Layth tells Aisha as they exit the booth. "She needs to find something and she wishes to do it alone; she's proven that. All we can do is help if she asks."

At the Temple of Abaddon, Tasha is greeted by an acolyte who takes her around to the back of the structure, where the garden is kept. Amidst the statues honoring legendary warriors is a large pond, with a narrow footbridge leading to a small central island with a gazebo on it. "She's waiting for you in there," the acolyte tells the Vartan.

"Thank you," Tasha tells the acolyte, before she strides off. I tell 'em an' they doubt me! I should 'ave jus' kept my mouth shut, or, maybe I deserve i'. Maybe it's a test? As she walks across the bridge, the Vartan looks up at all the famous warriors, wondering who they are and what they did. Wondering if, some day, there might be a statue of her. That'll be a long way off, she admits to herself, looking at her hands. If my friends an' Eyeshine don' even respect me, 'ow can I … Her fists clench, and she shakes her head. "No, I'll prove it," she declares, shaking a hand at a statue. "Jus' you watch!"

Still fuming, Tasha does her best to conceal her anger as she approaches the gazebo. "May Prosperity arise from Blood and Chaos, through the Grace of Abaddon." The Vartan folds her arms, bowing to the priestess as she was taught to do.

High Priestess Nitsa sits on a pillow next to an ornate tea service. Shorn of her ceremonial armor and robes, she wears a simple tunic and long skirt, and has the same ageless appearance as Tyche – something about Amazonian warrior blood must make for very graceful aging. She stands up to return Tasha's bow, then sits down and gestures for her guest to do the same.

The Vartan takes her seat, glancing at the ornate tea service. Tasha simply hadn't expected the High Priestess of War to have an ornate tea service. Such things make her think of Rephidimite poodles. Focusing at the task at hand now, Tasha turns to gaze intently at the priestess, ears perked and forward.

"Would you like some tea?" the priestess asks, speaking in accented Standard instead of Olympian. "It is very calming."

Tasha decides calming is exactly what she needs, and so she answers, "Yes High Priestess." She can't help but wonder at the woman's Standard, though; isn't Amazonia isolated enough where Standard is highly uncommon? Only Roland seemed to know anything about it, and he's Aaron's brother, which makes sense to Tasha.

Nitsa pours a cup for Tasha, making a small ritual of it. "You are Aldara Tasha, of Rephidim, lead drover of The Rake, correct?" the doe asks, as if making small talk.

Tasha's ears perk, then play. Her tail flicks. I should 'ave known they'd know, sooner or later. Taking an inner deep breath, Tasha takes the tea cup. "Aye," she answers, with a slight nod.

Handing the cup over, Nitsa smiles, and says, "Most of our initiates come to us as children donated by the various clans. I do not think anyone has come to us and asked to join our order in living memory."

Tasha swirls her tea, looking down at the whorls and ripples as if trying to find answers to give the High Priestess. Someone once told Tasha that honesty was the best policy. She's not sure about that, but, here in the face of her High Priestess and her God, she feels that lies might bode poorly for her. "I came because there was this thought that I resembled the Herald, an' I didn' take it seriously. No' at first. The more I though' abou' it, the more it made sense to me, it did. Jus' before I came 'ere, I 'ad wha' I think is a revelation. I saw a chance to be someone, 'ere, an' to be a strong person."

Tasha's brows narrow, and she wants to swallow, but resists; explaining her emotions has never been easy for her. "I thought: wha' if I am the Herald?" She shakes her head. "No! I said: if I am or no', I will be. I will fight for wha' I want to be, an' I asked Abaddon for the chance. No one stopped me, before the statue. It was a yes. I'm sure o' it. I felt it. It felt 'oly. It felt like a chance. I'll prove myself, whatever it takes!" By the time Tasha finishes speaking, she has her fury back. So caught up in her declaration is she that when she looks up she ends up glaring challengingly at the High Priestess! Blinking, shakes out of it. "Oi, sorry."

"You are on a spiritual quest then?" Nitsa asks, leaning back against the railing of the gazebo and sipping her tea calmly.

"I think so. Aye, that's what it is. That's why I asked what it is. I want to be the real thing, no' just a fake," the Vartan replies.

"Hmmm," the doe goes. "Interesting. You wish to find yourself through service to Abaddon – to give yourself up to that service, even, and let it shape you. Is that what you feel?"

"Yes," Tasha answers, without hesitation.

"You will not become an acolyte then," Nitsa states. "In truth, you are ineligible for any official position within the priesthood. But that is not what you really want in any case. Priests are made, not called, and you are following a calling. That is perhaps why you came here, to this Temple, for we are the primary one – not the old one in Parthos, as is generally believed. Abaddon is strongest here, in Dianus, where He is truly worshipped. Yes, 'He' – I've seen Him, and He is not a Lapi doe."

Tasha's expression falls when she hears she cannot become an acolyte. "It's not wha' I really want," she asks, sounding uncertain about that. Religious matters are, after all, not her strong point.

"The path you seek will lead you into conflict, Tasha," the priestess says, then sips her tea some more. "If you choose, we here can help you get started, and can provide some support along the way. We are in contact with all of the remaining temples and sanctuaries of Abaddon throughout the world."

"I can 'andle conflict, an' I appreciate the help an' support," the Vartan says. She sips her tea, copying the High Priestess's manners, then leans forward. "'Ow can I start? I wan' to learn."

"We can begin your basic education here, and you can continue it in Olympia or Rephidim later," Nitsa says. "We will also need some things from you: a lock of hair, a feather, an item of personal value to you, and if possible a cup of menstrual blood."

"Well, the 'air and feather I can do now," Tasha agrees. She reaches for her wings and, with a sudden yank, pulls out one of her longer flight feathers. It'll make her flight a little off until it grows back, but Tasha decides the gesture is worth it. This she offers to Nitsa. "I'll need a knife for my 'air. For the blood, I'll need a few days or a bi' more, an' … an item important to me?" She tilts her head, not exactly sure what to offer. Her shinies are well and good, but what she gives, it should be important. It's a gesture of her intent, after all, and she's not about to skimp on this important gesture. "I'll 'ave to think about what's worthy."

Nitsa lays the feather down in her lap, and tells Tasha, "You can seek out a Priestess of Ashtoreth to help with the blood, if you wish. They are quite adept at hormonal manipulation. The item should be something that you use often, and that you may consider part of your identity. A tool or weapon, for instance."

"Oi, that's it then! I'll 'and you the whip Captain Eyeshine gave me when I earned the right to drive the airship. I'm goin' to miss it, but, Captain Eyeshine would understan'. It's one road to another, aye?" Tasha smiles, forgetting to hide her teeth. "I'll bring it by wit' the cup later."

"The hair can wait until then as well," Nitsa says. "This feather is enough to begin preparations. With the rest, we may be able to get a glimpse of what you need to do, or where you need to go."

"I'll do all that you need, High Priestess Nista," Tasha confirms. Her tail wags a bit.

"In the meantime, return here in the morning to begin your studies in the philosophy of war," Nitsa says. "Will you be staying with Clan Kerebos or Clan Hydron tonight?"

Tasha takes another sip of tea, finding it is soothing. She begins to wonder if there may be something to tea, after all, and if it isn't just for poodles. "Clan Hydron, they'll be expectin' me, an' will pro'ly worry is I don' come back," she answers.

"Very well, we will contact you there if anything should come up before your return," Nitsa says. "Now, is there anything you wish to ask of me?"

"Did you always know abou' me? An', if so, doesn' it bother you tha' I'm 'ere at all," Tasha asks. She sips again, hoping it'll calm her for any unsettling answers.

"After we met yesterday, I sent your description to the temple in Parthos," Nitsa explains. "They found out about your airship. And as you said, you must have come here for a reason. There certainly isn't any cause to dispute the message you delivered."

"I was coached to it, bu' I think you're right. Oi, I know it. I wouldn't be 'ere if I didn't think so. It's all a bi' new to me – never 'ad a religion before – bu' that doesn't mean I don' believe," Tasha explains. Pausing to think on another question, she asks, "Is it blasphemous to prefer Abaddon as a Lapi doe? Or as a male Khatta 'ere?"

"Religion bows to culture," Nitsa explains, with a slight smirk. "Abaddon cannot be publicly depicted as a Khatta here, for Khattas are demonic creatures in the public mind."

"Like Vartans or Jupani, it is. I un'erstand now." The Vartan nods, takes a sip, and asks, "You said teachin' the sword is no' yours to teach, an' I ask: why no'? Doesn't Abaddon fight wit' these things? Aren't they a part o' war?"

"You speak of the skills of a soldier, but soldiers do not wage war, they merely enact it," Nitsa explains. "War is waged with information, with logistics and supplies and strategy. Soldiers are just another tool in this, and in some forms of war are not even required."

"I've a lot to learn, I see. I'll learn it though!" Tasha smiles again, takes yet another sip, explaining, "I don' exactly want to fight as the solider does, bu' I wan' the skill, the courage, an' the resolve. The world's dangerous, an' I want to be able to defend myself. I wan' the courage warriors 'ave, to no' show fear. I wan' the resolve. I wan' to be a real, ah, 'warrior,' no' a big fake tha' pushes weak people aroun'."

"A warrior without fear is a dead one," Nitsa remarks. "Do not try to rid yourself of fear, Tasha. Fear is important to survival, and to sacrifice."

Tasha has to think on that a bit before it sinks in. Her ears go askew, her mouth twists in puzzlement, and she takes several sips as she thinks it over. At length, she asks, "I think I un'erstand. Does tha' mean the Temple of Abaddon trains no' in weapons, bu' in others to defend itself? Or, oi, makes it so tha' … Tha' no one would wan' to attack the Temple, 'cause it's not in their interests? Like a bluff? Bluffs take courage, aye?"

Nitsa chuckles, and says, "So many questions. We will teach you that the only weapon you really need is your mind – everything else is just a tool. Bravery is not being fearless, but accepting ones fears and moving beyond them. Confidence comes from living without regret. These are things we can teach you."

Tasha nods eagerly. "These are things I wan' to know. I guess all those pictures of fightin' monsters are a bi' like a bluff, too. Makes people think you're tough? An' if they think you're tough, then they won' mess wit' you. Aye, I got it. Some o' it." She smiles again, and sips. "It's no' exactly what I expected it would be. I thought I'd 'ave to fight monsters, and swords, an' the like."

"Well, you're too old to train as a Shrine Maiden now, I'm afraid," Nitsa explains. "As well as not quite qualifying for the 'maiden' requirement. They are the ones that fight monsters."

"I'm a bi' disappointed. I was lookin' forward to fightin', an' much better than I do now. I wouldn' stan' a chance against a true Amazonian warrior," Tasha admits.

"Few could," Nitsa agrees. "But there are many who can teach you to fight and defend yourself, if you ask them. But Abaddon is not Blakat. Warriors turn to him not for skills or strength, but for the wisdom to use what they have to best effect."

At the mention of Blakat, Tasha's ears perk. "Who? Blakat? Is tha' … Oi, the Eeee goddess, tha's right. I saw 'er in Little Babel once." She shrugs, then says, "I guess it's no' what I expected at all, bu' I'll stick wit' it. I think I'm 'ere for a reason, an' I'll follow this road. Cap'n Eyeshine always said I could use a lil' wisdom."

"Well, a little wisdom goes a long way," Nitsa agrees, smiling.

"You're no' exactly as I expected either. I admit, I 'ave a lo' to think abou', but I'll be back wit' all your need, an' to learn." Tasha takes another sip, finishing off her tea, and adds, "I'm glad I got the chance to meet you, High Priestess."