Xavier Roces, male human Servant of Heironeous
Xavier nods.
"Yes, I learnt a little at the fort of the goblins after I was captured."
Xavier pauses for a moment, not really sure of how to continue. It sounds so unreal, here, so far from where it happened. He looks around to see who among the ships crew might be able to overhear. Reluctantly, he opens his divine sense and scans the area for evil. Xavier hates the implied distrust inherant in the action. But in this case, he needs to be sure. If he sense nothing, he continues.
"There I met a goblin priestess who claimed to be from the world above. The stones, she claimed, belong to her goddess. And they want them back. I met Valaria at the fort as well, although at that time she was not dressed as she is now. There, at the fort, she was the priestess as well. Both Valaria nad her mistress tried to convince me to surrender myself to the power of their goddess. I refused.
Xavier glances over at Valaria.
"Perhaps she did not. Perhaps she was given no choice. Or perhaps her loyalties have been with the goblin priestess's Goddess all along. Regardless, her loyalties are with the goblin priestess now as far as I can tell."
"As for the stones, the priestess claimed they have great power. Brought together, they would give the weilder even more power. More power than we are ready for, apparently. But what the stones are used for by the goddess's devotees, the priestess was evasive on. She radiated evil, although Valaria does not, but she ... she ... " Xavier shakes his head, stuggling to find the words to express the experience. "The goblin priestess did not sound like some Lich Lord or chromatic Dragon, bent on terror and distruction and domination," he concludes hastily.
Xavier shrugs and looks at bit sheepish at the lameness of his effort.