Ravenloft - Tser Pool
Violet's hope crumble like rotted masonry at Qvar's revelation; somehow she keeps this from her visage, nodding along with his words. It makes sense; trickery and word-games with oaths, in the stories, lead to naught but a most poor ending. Curses, it seems, as well as the given word, are wiser than people might think.
The bright priest's next words bring a tremulous smile to her lips. "I...worship no god, and know of none beyond the Father of Abel Christ," she replies, wary of offending. "I fear I have never heard of your...Pelor?" Violet dimly recalls, hoping she has spoken correctly. "Though Pelor's gifts cannot be contested." It would be foolishness to say otherwise despite her upbringing; the pagan priest's powers are clear, and equally clearly do they come from the light. She wonders what Father DuVallier would say of such; likely, he would claim Qvar worships at the feet of God, all-unknowing, or one of his angels, like Mikail or Gabriel.
But Violet feels a faint suspicion toward this simplistic reasoning.
"I might --" she begins, then a shout grasps her attention, dragging it to where an armored man's rush presages a beginning battle against blackened beings. Un-dying? Demons of hell? Spirits of shadow and darkness? Violet has no idea, but a maybe-mortal man is more wholesome than they, and an arrow slips into place as she hurries forward, off the path.
OOC - Violet will take a full-move, mostly sideways but one diagonal upward, in order to arrive at the top corner of the broken-down wall on the right (from the bottom left corner of the map, 10 squares in to the right, one square up). If the wall is big enough for her to perch on, she plans to get up there to take high ground for loosing arrows. If not, she'll likely use it for cover.