[ Sypha's expression wavers somewhat incredulously at the tone of his voice before she decides she's willing to forgive a bit of audaciousness if he'll help her get her bearings. Luckily, she's been in far ruder company recently. ]

A tattoo? [ She cannot help the edge of dismay to her voice. Where she comes from, tattoos are most commonly given to criminals and slaves. She nearly starts to peel her sleeves back there and then, but resists the urge. ]

Well, that is some consolation. [ Jesus, is she pouting. ] I'll just have to find a mirror later and hope that the permanent addition to my body is to my liking!

[ Only she doesn't sound very hopeful that it will be. ]

This Priestess, have you met her?