While tripping out of a room in disarray, rushing to get to a meeting at her normal, punctual time of Very Late, Acacea happens to notice this posting out of all the others on the wall. She slows and cranes her head and then squints first one eye, then the other, before giggling and wondering aloud,
"I'm not sure which is stranger... someone dumping shields into holy pools with the caretakers standing right there, or a cleric of Vorax using Ilsare's temple... I suppose even war-dwarves like nicely scented bath oils now and then..." She makes a face at the unintended mental images and wanders over to the bartender to get a drink, until she remembers her hurry in mid-transaction and runs off without the bottle she paid for. (Then runs back and gets it, buys a few more for the road, and runs off again.)
//OOC edit: And apparently stumbles over Jharl on the way out 