She laughs. "I wouldn't know how, anyway, I was never an urchin--didn't actually learn to assume human form until I was an adult--I could probably have convinced some urchins to teach me how anyway, but I had better things to do." 

A verrrry slight smile. "Oh? What were your adventures, when you were new to human form?"

"Well, the very first thing I got caught up in was stopping Mr. Fires from abducting a baby and using them to love potion the entire city..." 

She has gotten far enough into this anecdote to describe the part where she found out she was the Bazaar's granddaughter by the time they've reached the cathedral. 

Tiriac will tense very slightly more at the exciting bits and be quietly concerned about the concerning bits and be visibly slightly glad when she heroically triumphs with the power of talking and threats and resurrecting everything!

And they will arrive at the temple! It's an enormous structure in the largest square in the city, a genuinely impressive and beautiful piece of architecture, if long obsolete by the standards of Golarion as well as London, surrounded by gardens packed full of rosebushes. It was clearly built to be more impressive than it is, though; the windows are cloudy glass, and the cathedral sure looks like it was built for them to be stained, and however thorny the brambles on the garden it is obviously not part of the intended design, by the scarred mosaics that can be seen under the thorns, and various of the carvings on the outside of the cathedral have been determinedly edited, possibly multiple times. Right now, they mostly show pictures of fiends being killed; across the huge square there's the flag of the nation of Andoran, and hanging from a flagpole outside the cathedral is a rose whose petals weep blood.

Inside, there's rather a lot of people - mostly ordinary Andoran - who are praying and thanking the gods. (It is less overstuffed for its size than the much smaller churches of Sarenrae they passed on the way, but only some of that is size, given that the churches of Desna and Pharasma were also overstuffed.) Many of them look suspiciously youthful and healthy, almost as though all their wounds were magically healed when they were resurrected less than twenty-four hours ago.

One of the people hanging out near the door has a Detect Magic going, and would like to get Lucy and Tiriac's attention when they come in?

Lucy sees them and steers the group over.

"Ma'am?" The magic-detecting person is a quiet-looking halfling with short red-brown hair, a friendly smile, a nasty scar on her neck and a red rose badge on the dress she's wearing. "Are you Lucy Whitman?"

"Yes I am!" 

(Lucy barely notices the scar; people accumulate an astounding number and variety of scars, in London where death does not stick.)

"The gentlemen are waiting for you in the sanctuary room." She quietly flickers through a number of divinations without visibly casting a spell or particularly changing her expression (unless you are very good at noticing the bit where she's temporarily blind after detecting Good and Chaos on Lucy). "Please follow me."

Lucy glances around briefly to double-check that none of her party members have been carried off by a local equivalent of the Vake when she wasn't looking, because this has been That Kind Of Day, then nods and follows. 

(They have not been.)

The sanctuary room (password "The winter's coming, the snows are on us," which everyone needs to repeat if they don't want Milani to try to strike them dead) is behind the main area, through some vaulted arches that must have looked great ages ago, past a double door and through some areas of more obvious work - 

- and into the sanctuary room, which is usually where they store vitally important sacred objects and rescued prisoners and is warded against scrying and devils and everything else they need to worry about so there's somewhere safe in the temple if someone really, really needs sanctuary, but right now it is absolutely completely full of bunk beds with corpses on them. Most of them aren't rotting (magic), but others are a bit too fragmentary for that to work out, though every toe has at least one (small) bed to itself.

There's also a bunch of Very Powerful People with Very Powerful Magic Items in the room, most of them unfamiliar. None of them are making nametags, but the person with the fanciest and sincerest baby-kissing smile says "Codwin," and offers his hand to shake. "You have no idea how grateful we are."

...She studies him as she shakes his hand, head cocked slightly. "I'm glad to be able to do it. Are you a politician?" 

Three of the unfamiliar Very Powerful People laugh!

"For my sins," Codwin admits. "Supreme Elect of Andoran until the people release me. Here, let me introduce you to -"

- A short list of the VIPs! Many of them are standing funny, almost as if they cut off their small toes before coming here!

There's a lot of powerful wizards, generals, high priests, and various other people who would meet her, though they are very busy.

Lucy is very much in favor of busy people continuing to do important things instead of coming to meet her! Important things getting done is good. 

But she is pleased to meet these people. There weren't nearly enough powerful Good people back home and the number of them here is a very affecting counterpoint to how much bigger a metaphorical body of water she is in now. 

Anyway. Dead people to resurrect?

Alllll over the place. There's bits of people on some of the beds, but most of them the corpses are relatively intact. Some of them (the ones where Gentle Repose has been maintained) look like they just died a minute ago.

Wonderful. 

She lights up. 

(Important people can stop walking funny now.) 

... Important people stop walking funny.

Important people are abruptly much younger.

Important people may have had an intellectual awareness of what Lucy could do, they may have thought she could, but now they know it. The High Priest of Iomedae in Andoran appears to be having a religious experience at the sheer number of spells per day they'll now have access to when they go back to war with Cheliax.

Also a really astonishing number of people are now alive! Some of them are screaming. Some of them are rapidly patting themselves, or looking around frantically. Some of them (the non-maledicted ones, mostly) are reaching for the plain white robes at the base of their beds, or in a few cases casting Disguise Self.

Codwin will bow very deeply before Lucy, something that some of the other awake-and-moving people (the ones not paying attention to the resurrectees) will join him in.

Why, yes, Lucy is excellent.