The diminutive young woman at the gates and her knock got the attention of one Delphinea Quinn. Always revering herself as more of a priestess than a warrior, though she was certainly no slouch as a warrior as she held the current title of Warrior of Scathach from her victories in the many competitions held on the Island of Shadow, Phin opened the gates to this young girl in her obviously pitiful state.

"Welcome little sister. Your wayward travels have ended, welcome to the Sanctuary. How may the Daughters of Scathach aid you in your quest for justice?" The nearly platinum blonde of her hair caught the sun's light in such a way that there seemed to be a halo of illumination upon this hulking priestess of the war goddess as she issued the usual greeting to this young lady. "Have you met with ill-fate" Are you in need of food or shelter? For we have both for those who ask. Come inside so that we may further be of assistance; for all who come to the powerful Mother Scathach are cared for and lifted upon her victorious shoulders."

Such a lofty welcome, but then again, Phin fancied herself as something of an emissary as well. Imposing as she was, her tanned face sported a benevolent expression in her emerald eyes as she stepped back to allow this young woman entrance to the grand marble-floored foyer. A soft breeze wafted through the hallways; all of the sliding doors which led to the central courtyard were open in this warm summer weather, carrying the scent of lavender, marigold and jasmine from the gardens.

Phin lowered her voice just then, dipping from her official tone to one of compassion, "Come in and be saved, little sister."

"A fire?" Delphinea's thick arms ushered the young woman in and her sandaled footfalls continued down the marbled hallway with their guest. "That is a great tragedy. Were there casualties" Do you have family that we may care for or contact on your behalf?"

As she led the young woman down the hall and past several closed doorways, the blonde behemoth continued, "I am called Delphinea. What is your name, little sister?" Soon the hallway opened up into a large chamber with high ceilings, warm wooden floors and white washed walls. The scent in the air was definitive of fresh green herbs and soap. The room was a segue to a chamber which was larger still and housed a beds of white linen, each surrounded by fine white netting. Each bed had a small truck at its foot with a clean pile of cotton towels upon it. There were only two beds, toward the far end of the chamber that seemed to be claimed.

"You may stay here for as long as you need. Where is this village of yours" Should we send aid" Will there be more of your people coming?" Delphinea was nearly bending down to the young girl, trying to be more on her level. Her emerald eyes were the very portrait of charity and goodness. Such is the kind who are most often taken in, no"

Delphinea's mighty shoulders rose and fell with a sorrowful sigh as she looked at the girl upon the small bed. "I grieve for your family, Shawna. I am truly sorry for their loss and the loss of the rest of your village. It is no secret that the foul winds of this plane have been rearing their heads as of late and it is up to those that would stand against their wicked fury to temper the lives of those who would run from such evilness." She took a few steps toward the girl and bowed slightly. "You have chosen aright to come to us. And any of your village, should they require food, shelter or medical attention will receive the same welcoming as you. We serve all peoples who need help."

She studied the girl for a few moments, genuinely heartbroken for her. For it was not unlike several of the Scathachians who, as children, had been brought to the Island of Shadow to start over, to be trained as a warrior. Delphinea herself had not, however. Her mother was a Scathachian, as had her mother been before her, and hers before her. All the way back to her Great Grandmother and her Great Great Grandmother who both held the rank of High Priestess.

Delphinea's emerald eyes ventured toward another arched doorway, opposite of the route they'd taken into the room in which they now were. "If you'd like, I can show you where you can wash up before your meal?" Although she was mostly thought of as a hulking warrior, Delphinea could turn a gentle disposition when it was warranted.