[RQ] [SE] and right there where we stood was holy ground

I salute you if you're much too much to handle

So the stranger isn't from around here, then. Aithne's dark gaze flits over him again, noting the scars, the tattoos, and she thinks it's a shame. "Well -" she begins to say, but is interrupted by the mournful keening sound of the rain overhead. The sound is unexpected, but Aithne doesn't startle. If anything, she looks vaguely annoyed when she glances up into the clouds.

"Rude," she mutters under her breath. Then, ignoring the scream rain entirely, Aithne turns her attention back to the stranger. "Well, we have to purify the area. I may or may not have volunteered to assist with that." She frowns at the fountain again. "I also may or may not have thought that particular decision through."

Aithne

Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.