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Thraah's brow furrowed in concern. This was more god-stuff and all she saw was a woman who had a great deal of courage, an understandable amount of nerves and terrible headaches. And Thraah had plans for her next destination that she felt would not suit Faustina. "Your Sun-god told you to...

"Just a moment but I think you should take a seat all the same." Gently Thraah ushered Faustina onto the sole chair in her tent and knelt beside her, hand on her arm for what reassurance she could offer. Without much effort at all she lowered the temperature of the tent interior fearing a fever...

"Hey!" Thraah's hand waved before Faustina's face and she clicked her fingers three times. "You good? Do need to sit down or something?" Watching the other woman go away for a moment frightened her and the concern showed on her face. "Yeah the fighting is over so like, relax a minute or...

Thraah rose and stood right under Faustina's chin looking up at her. "Yeah, well... what am I supposed to do?" Turning in the tent she went to the entrance and leaned an arm at one of the posts. "It's a fucking disaster and if I didn't do my duty it would be worse. At least... at least while...

"Well..." She half rolled her eyes at herself and held up her hands. "I'm not most Anirian's. My family came from the Amon Khalit so I have a different view of all this." Gesturing to her vague surroundings Thraah huffed at herself. She didn't mean to get so upset but Faustina was so...

When she looked up at the priest Thraah saw conviction, the kind so certain she knew it could not be defeated and it crashed against the shore of her being like a wave because she knew a truth if her own that blossomed in her understanding even then. The back of her hand wiped away the snot...

Thraah did not know what that meant. "I don't know what that means. Why would a god forgive me for killing their followers?" Her voice hung between willowing self pity and frustrated self anger. The bottle she put back on the small table where she decided to leave it. "What kind of God is...

"That sounds..." *Boring?* "... I don't think I could do that. I enjoy life too much." It did not escape Thraah how much her questions challenged Faustina so. Gently she leaned forward looking up at the other woman. "I'm sorry. The gods are hated in Vel Anir. I ask because I hear much but know...

That was creepy so she kicked up the heat in herself to radiate a bit of warmth and chase the chill out again. Thraah leaned back a bit as Faustina locked eyes with her. This was sounding a bit beyond her and this level of devotion was a bit upsetting to witness. "Uh right." She was beginning...

"Huh." Religions were funny, Thraah sometimes found herself thinking of her parents gods, the little shrine they sung to. She didn't remember the names and thinking about it now she didn't know if she ever asked. "So you're a priest who sings to your uh sun... dad? Does he ever like..." It was...

"Oh yeah, destiny eh, well I don't know about that." It felt a bit like a lie. She did know something of it. The gemstone that fueled her powers, which was now sewn into her chest, was just a massive ruby until she touched it and it started to beat like a heart. Her Momni had said they found...

"Alright then." Thraah gave a shrug at Faustina's refusal. It was odd but folk did as they did and there was milk available if memory served. She had Hatter warm some up and bring it while she invited Faustina into her tent and out of the wind. Offered her the only chair while she sat on her...

It took a moment but Thraah repeated the woman's words in her mind and nodded, satisfied. "Okay... okay" With her hands she shoo'd the other woman back. "Right, CAWLDER!" Her voice cut like a horn through the night and in a few seconds a large woman with bare arms and wearing a thick apron...

"Yeah yeah okay." Thraah often felt like that kind of thing was a given you know, the lives of the people in the fort. Honestly she felt a bit bad for the other woman. She seemed a bit... absolutely terrified so she was at least sane. "Look I don't usually deal with this so how about I give you...

Well she didn't expect this. The Cortosi had envoys of course, people of words and learning. Big words, much learning too. Nobles and this woman held herself like that. Stood up tall among her enemies, faith gave people that. A look went to the Fort and the battle that seemed to be getting...