Faith enjoyed the Allirian marketplace. In truth there were several, but this one was particularly nice. The vendors were cheerful, the customers (mostly) curteous, and there were often a few entertainers out and about as well.
The young cleric strode casually, hands clasped in front of her. She hadn't had much to do today so far. Each day was different as she generally did not have a set schedule, simply going where she felt she would be needed most. The Creator's guidance never took her astray, though, and she always ended up where she was meant to be.
She wore her regular modest traveling clothes with a pin that, to educated eyes, would mark her as a Sister in the Convent of the Holy Creator. Even if they did not know the symbol exactly, it was generic enough to indicate that she was well versed in the healing arts.