Miro makes his way to the Mayors house. Click step step over and over in silence. His mind still plauged with many thoughts. It was time to get the school built or atleast started before the village's concerns about the goblins came to a head. He would smile absently to those he passed or throw up a holy gesture of thanks if they mentioned their meumonic about being the Chosen of Desna. Once at Deverons house he lightly tapped on the door with the brass end of his staff.