Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

The shadowed sprite returns to him, the vision of Aristos' future fading as he spoke, bringing her focus back to Tarot. 

"Aye, it's not for lack of desire - I would love to share the Faith of Lirea, of the Seven," she smiled, ever fond of the religion of her once nation. Rhælla can still feel the warmth of sun on her back where'd she sprawled in the Gardens on so many summer afternoons, enraptured by the words of her nursemaid as she painted vivid, colorful imagery of their pantheon. 

"But I will not require them to keep the olde way; I will teach only if they are willing to learn," the niteborn resounded with a firm nod - more to herself than anything. 

At his words, another smile - borne of excitement and hope - curled across her lips. "We have need of all sorts and walks," she confirmed gently. She'd yet to determine what exactly her recruits were skilled in - they were all able-bodied, fit, capable; that was enough for now.

"Would you like to see the Isle, truly?" The girl asked then, chin tilting towards the heart of the aisle in gesture. A tour would help him become familiar with the land, not to mention that her scent would mark him, and Rhælla was hopeful they might be able to delve into discussion about their similar doctrines.