Vena gets herself to the spine of the roof and lays down with her legs and body on one side, her arms held out straight and chin propped on the other, like she was draped over it. Because she's young, this is comfortable, despite straw bits immediately sticking to her. The square knot in her hair is coming messily undone.

"That's the temple to the Twins," she says, propping herself up and pointing. "And the bathhouse. The refectory. There's the glassworker's forge, and master's forge, and there's the armory and the salle." Vena points out a few more buildings and then hooks her chin over the roof's spine again and lapses back into silence, kicking her feet in the air now and then in a fidget. There are some things she'd like to be doing more but this isn't bad.

As the sky goes to indigo a chiming rings out from the temple, and many of the people below start to move towards it. The sentries in their towers stay where they are.

"That's evening service. I'm not goin' this time. It's not required." Vena doesn't mind the services, even if she doesn't really feel the presence of the four gods called the Twins. They do tend to go a little longer than she likes, though. She looks down at the slowly clearing enclave and, speculatively, at Guts.