She stands in the rear of the group with her eyes focusing on the ground before her. Her hand on her chin. She listens carefully to Mo-Gwar’s tale. In particular, she pays great attention to his description of the black waters that have infested his den. From what she can tell, it appears that this mysterious gray tower, the cursed black waterfall and that vile demon all have something in common. But what that link exactly is, still eludes her. “Perhaps they are one in the same.” She says to herself in low voice.
She is abruptly brought out of her thoughts when she hears The Padre’s raised voice carring over the crowd. “Dentmus,” She says in very strong voice “I would think that you, knowing how the villagers feel and believe about such a magnificent creature. Would rise above and set a better example by speaking to such a symbol of the All Father in a more respectful manner.” She lowers her hand to her side and shifts her focus to Dentmus. She looks him straight into his eyes, driving home her point. She begins to walk towards the dragon and as she does so she shifts her attention from Dentmus to Mo-Gwar.
In a very respectful manner she says, “Forgive my Comrades Great Mo-Gwar, it is not everyday that people such as us come across one of your kind.” She stops within a few paces of Mo-Gwar and bows. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mist, Valkyrie Knight of the Woden Order. And we…” Rising, she motions to the rest of the party before continuing, “are here to rid this town of an evil plague that forms itself as a grey tower on the mountain side over yonder.” She points to the mountain side that the tower has been materializing on for the past month.
Her tone slightly shifts, and takes on more of her typical militaristic quality. She says “You speak of a black waterfall appearing some days ago. The grey tower that we are here to investigate also appeared about the same time. Since then unnatural things have beset this village in a way similar to what the waterfall has done to your den. I would not be surprised that the two are one and the same.” She pauses for a few seconds, letting the two pieces of information set in before continuing.“However, there is something that troubles me the most about this. You say you have no memory about how you got from your den to here.” Says Mist, not really expecting an answer before continuing. “That’s because you were possessed.” She says matter-of-factly. “Some kind of vile demon took control of your mind and body and drove you into a berserker’s rage. With Woden’s hand, we were able to neutralize the demon and put an end to the madness. But I fear the demon will be more prepared the next time we meet. For if it can take control over a creature such as you, then it can do the same to one of us.” She pauses then asks, “Tell me, does anything that I have said make any sense to you?”
