Saga. Priest marked her name in his mental file, having already decided that he and his band would make their home with her if they could. He'd have to be careful around this one, at least until he'd built up support in the area, but what was man if not a political animal? He could adapt.
"We seek shelter from the storm," he said aloud, his posture straight despite the weather. No one would follow him if he hadn't borne up rather than broken beneath the strain of the past couple of months, and that included watching the way he carried himself. He imagined that this Saga often felt the same.
Perhaps he could truly work with her. They'd see.
"What do we do, Father?" It was Brother Daniel again, and Priest silenced the shorter man with a chopping motion of his hand. "We go with them, if they'll allow it," he answered in a sharp voice. "They have shelter and probably food, we should treat them with respect." At least until we know what we're dealing with.