A young, pretty woman stands in a bevy of her fellow penitents in the Cathedral of Saint Pelayo, adjusting her white, conical capirote. The pointy headpiece of the penitents is fixed firmly to her head, but she has not yet pulled down the linen face-concealing hood, giving you a good view of her lovely face. She's oddly cute for a Vallamancan penitent. She is admiring a cathedral mural depicting monstrous devils breaking the souls of the damned on the wheel.

The penitent spots you and waves. "Hello!" she calls out happily, waving the scourge in the hand around in greeting. "Sorrowful be the heart! My name's Socorro de Júzcar. I hope you're having a good Feast of Thorns. My friends and I are getting ready for the Auto-da-fé. After I'm done, maybe we can meet up and watch the adulterers self-immolate! That's always my favorite part of the Feast of Thorns." Socorro suddenly looks you up and down. "Hey, you're not wearing a capirote. Are you from outside the Kingdom of Vallamanca? I'd be happy to teach you about our sacred traditions." She idly flicks the back of her hand with her scourge.