"Thank you Cerick. You have been very kind to me while i have been here. I will do my best not to fail you in this misson." She then retires to her room.

In her room her thought constantly wander back to her childhood. Her fathers training of how to use her mind over sheer power. "And use the powers that your lord has bestowed upon you" he would say over and over again. So many thoughts, so many fears was she ready for this. Back at the temple in Mithiat she thought she was ready for anything now she is not sure of anything, except that a mans life lays in her hands. And she has to be strong if only for his sake.
Roxy is very young looking to be a cleric. But be assured her devotion to her Lord Pelor is as strong as the heavy mace she carries.