Maurea's response
Maurea takes a moment to compose herself before speaking. Her confidence was slightly shaken by the wide variety and emotion of responses. Maybe this was not the call to action she had been waiting for. Maybe this strange group was nothing more than a disorganized underground movement; she would be careful, there were many ways to throw your life away in useless gestures.
The gnome seems harmless enough, even full of kindness and goodness. Noa was a different story, he is full of pain, anyone could see that. If Maurea was to work with him, and she secretly hoped she would, perhaps this pain could be healed. She would do her best to restore him to full sanity if given the chance. Virgil seemed a bit of an odd duck, yet endearing in his own way. His obvious discomfort at speaking indicated roots of deep shyness. Shyness that Maurea had seen a thousand times in beginning acolytes. This shyness tends to fade away as a person finds themselves, and disappears when they come into their own power. She would watch him, perhaps even foster him along.
"May the light of Sarenrae guide you all. My name is Maurea, and I come to you from far to the East. My home is a convent dedicated to Sarenrae where I have served many years as a scholar, healer, and administrator. While I am new to this city, and find it odd to be suddenly called upon to upset the current balance of power, I am hopeful that the diabolist taint can be washed away."
"That being said, I have some reservations about acting without knowing the plan. Perhaps you, Janiven, can shed some light upon what you would like us to do?"
Maurea settled back, her armor clinking, she would never get used to all the noise this new armor caused. or the noise of the city for that matter. She said a quick focusing prayer under her breath and smiled at them all in turn.
Maurea takes a moment to compose herself before speaking. Her confidence was slightly shaken by the wide variety and emotion of responses. Maybe this was not the call to action she had been waiting for. Maybe this strange group was nothing more than a disorganized underground movement; she would be careful, there were many ways to throw your life away in useless gestures.
The gnome seems harmless enough, even full of kindness and goodness. Noa was a different story, he is full of pain, anyone could see that. If Maurea was to work with him, and she secretly hoped she would, perhaps this pain could be healed. She would do her best to restore him to full sanity if given the chance. Virgil seemed a bit of an odd duck, yet endearing in his own way. His obvious discomfort at speaking indicated roots of deep shyness. Shyness that Maurea had seen a thousand times in beginning acolytes. This shyness tends to fade away as a person finds themselves, and disappears when they come into their own power. She would watch him, perhaps even foster him along.
"May the light of Sarenrae guide you all. My name is Maurea, and I come to you from far to the East. My home is a convent dedicated to Sarenrae where I have served many years as a scholar, healer, and administrator. While I am new to this city, and find it odd to be suddenly called upon to upset the current balance of power, I am hopeful that the diabolist taint can be washed away."
"That being said, I have some reservations about acting without knowing the plan. Perhaps you, Janiven, can shed some light upon what you would like us to do?"
Maurea settled back, her armor clinking, she would never get used to all the noise this new armor caused. or the noise of the city for that matter. She said a quick focusing prayer under her breath and smiled at them all in turn.