"It may be as you say, but some great evils are born from the appearance of frailty and innocence.  Biding their time and gathering their strength over time until they are ready."

Jeanne's eyes avert downward for a moment in thought, "I know this better than most."

Andrew nodd in agreement and added.
I remember odd plant with red flower by at pathway sometime back.
I even watered it once is passing.  Turned out to be some necromancer creation and once it grown enough started to suck the life out of anything living in area.
Took ages to get the root up.

"Given that my own people were just as warlike as the humans as little as 80 years ago, I'm prepared to give her a chance to prove herself at being civil. Many of the races here in the valley were either crossbred with humans, or came from a common ancestor, although few would care for that fact." states the gorilloid.

"So much more the sin that they make war upon themselves and treat each other in such a manner, i'm certain that those of mixed blood, are regarded even lower.", Jeanne comments quietly resting her head on one hand she tilts it regarding Victoria curious.

"I sense no evil intent upon her, at least not yet.  I'm not so naive as to presume that is a permanent state, but it is something consider, at least for now.  I'm not ready to smite her down, nor am i ready to put the weight of Creed behind her existence.  What are you proposing we do with her?", Jeanne was mildly impressed that the party had not butchered Victoria and claimed the wealth of her possessions, so they obviously had plans for her.
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Nisor was out of one fire and into the next. As a half-undead he had always been mindful of those who wielded the power of the divine and doubly so against those who wielded the unlife-extinguishing power of positive energy. Now he was within a temple dedicated to such a divinity and eating at the table of one of their chosen.

He trusted Jeanne, at least as much as he could, but he didn't put on aires about being overly comfortable either. Electing to sit as far away from her as possible Nisor ate his humble meal. When conversation turned to the nature of Victoria he interjected.

"We should observe her. Whatever she is, human or otherwise, good or ill, the fact remains that she was brought her through a summoning ritual. At the very least her presence should give some insight into how that was possible and what sort of magics sustain her presence here."

"That's all good and well, but unless you want me to lock her up in a holding cell, she won't be able to stay here.  Perhaps some place safe and out of North Shire... Maybelle's farm if she can clear it with her elders or your haunt if you want to ... observe ... her more?"
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Nisor considered the options. Maybelle's Taur farm could be useful but the likelihood of Victoria being discovered was higher.

"The haunt is deserted save for the geist who dwells within it. It'll be a much more secure place to keep her."

He looked to his allies for agreement or dissent.

"I think we should ask her?"

Maybelle chimed in after a large sip of water as the group considered where to keep Victoria. She had given it a bit of thought while the others spoke, the 'princess' lost in a strange land and now her fate being decided for her. The 'Taur took another gulp of water before giving a little shrug.

"We've proven she's not dangerous. Keeping an eye on her seems the right choice, but if she's not dangerous now then the choice is kind of hers ain't it? Nisor's haunt, even if she appears human the 'Taur have long memories of a few good ones. We certainly never mind Brigitte's family coming to trade. The church, risking staying in North Shire, heck even following the other human's examples and fleeing it on her own. Unless she's a child and I'm just not recognizing it cause of her body, I'm hoping she's grown enough to tell us what she wants."

Maybelle paused here and considered it, giving her chin a light tap before nodding her head quietly. "If'n she IS a child, I'd suggest the homestead. A strong sense of family is usually helpful in raising someone right, at least that's what the 'Taur feel."

"How exactly have you ... .'proven' this?  If she's out to be dangerous, do we really want her at the Taur farm?  You're staking the well being of your herd on your judgement.", Jeanne remarks of handed, always watching Victoria with care as she spoke, with a certain intensity as if she were being watched and judged on every action she made... didn't make, and possibly even her thoughts and intentions.  With the chosen of Creed one was always careful about being judged too harshly.

"Though indeed... by all means, perhaps we should ask her?  Do you have a voice?"
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Gar nods. "My forge and home are within the city boundaries. She doesn't look like she'd be much use at my forge, unlike some of the Warriors the invaders had. I could not justify her presence if she were discovered. I hate to suggest it, but didn't I hear that one of our scouts had something that made them appear human, in case he came across any large group of them?"

Nisor nodded to Maybelle, conceding any counter-argument he may make. To be quite honest he didn't want Victoria in his haunt but it did make more sense to him then keeping her in the city or with a homestead. At worse she proved to be terrible evil and destroyed the haunt and killed him. That would still only be one life over potentially dozens if not more.

Maybelle sighed and gave a little shrug, looking at Jeanne d'arc with a solid look. The woman made a damned good point, but the 'Taur were just generally helpful. Especially Maybelle.

"S'why I brought her to you, I'm trusting your judgement here. And then I'd ask the elders and druids to look her over. I'm a little too... I look at the good side too easily. Why i'm asking you and others for input. Better to admit my own flaw and get help, yea?"
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Andrew Turned to Victoria.
Putting aside your human.  You been dump here and I dough there is a way home for you for year or two.  What skills and knowledge do you have that you can make living out of.
You must have had some role with in the place you came from.

"I believe the adjective you're looking for is optimistic...
 Though... those of lesser character might apply naive."

Jeanne wasn't an inquisitor, but since the insurrection incident, she was certainly capable of passing for one.

Brigitte put a big hand on Maybelle's shoulder, offering her support. She didn't have a whole lot to say in these kinds of situation about Victoria. But she was loyal to her friends.

"'Belle's a good girl and she's my friend. Call her what you gotta, but she's got a good heart and that counts for more than most folk will admit."

Rfnox, who been sitting near the fireplace, had been listening to the conversation but had been keeping quiet for while. Turning on the stool he was sitting on, he cleared his throat a bit "So, seems you had quite the find in your search for the mushrooms" he chittered, giving a big grin, showing his small sharp teeth.

Hopping of the stool, spilling a bit of water from his tankard, he walks over "If it hadn't been for that wound, I would have come with." he huffed, rubbing his side before giving a nod at Jeanne d'Arc "Thank you again for the help".

"It was nothing.", Jeanne nods making an absent gesture of dismal of the good deed.

"I didn't even have to call upon any divine blessings or miracles."

Victoria listened to the discussions, most of them about her, shivering slightly with fear. It was true. She was in a land of strange creatures and all thought she was a monster. But it was Andrew's question that caught her attention.

"I... I am a Princess. My Mother and Father are Queen and King. I... I know some magics, some mental things, I can use magics. I fear I am not much of a fighter. I was supposed to be married..."

She looked back at Jeanne. "I have never killed anyone. I have never deliberately hurt anyone. Truly, I was snatched from my lands, where I was..." She seemed to be trying to remember. "I was going to visit Elves, I think. With my betrothed, who was from the Eastern lands. I don't know why anyone would summon me, unless it were to kidnap me and hold me for ransom."

"She seems for the moment... harmless.

 I see no reason to smite her at this point in time.", Jeanne speaks slowly with some reluctance.

"What lands are you from.  What elves did you seek.  What betrothed did you travel with?", some of the tension seems to have faded, though there is still an underlying hostility from Jeanne.

Nisor looks to Victoria with steadily narrowing eyes. A princess?

Was she a demon princess? An outsider noble? A misbegotten aberrant under the guise of royalty? A possessing spirit in the body of a princess? Or perhaps some sapient magical phenomena which believed itself a princess.

Nisor contemplated the possibilities while he combed through his memory.

Nisor tries to remember if any planar beings are known to disguise themselves as nobility to garner favor. 16:02, Today: Nisor rolled 16 using 1d20+8 ((8)).

There was a pause as Victoria seemed to collect her thoughts, before Victoria has a chance to voice them, Jeanne presents her with more questions.

"You mentioned you were skilled at magic... and... mental 'things'.  Please... elaborate.  I'm sure many at the table would have an interest."

So many questions. So many suspicions. Victoria hardly knew where to begin.

"My... My betrothed was Lee Yuan. He was from the East. We were betrothed to cement... peace?" Other things were pulling at her head, so the latest question was a relief.

"I can... I can do magics. Make others sleep. Strike them with frost or fire. Charm them. As... As what we call a mentalist, I can bend others to my will, daze them. As a Crown Princess, I was to be able to defend myself."

She looked around, a bit of determination coming to her eyes. "Truly, if I wished harm, would I tell you what I can do? Knowing these things, you could bind me, blind me, kill me. I have no reason to tell you these things other than to put myself at your mercy. All I can do is hope..."

She sighed, then held out her hands. "Do what you will with me. I just ask, if you do not believe me, if you fear me, then kill me quickly. I do not wish to suffer." She bit her lip and firmed her chin, as if she suspected just that might happen.

"Wel now, seems she got some spunk after all" Rifnox said as he walked to Victoria. Standing close to her, he pokes her side a bit "As long you don't use your powers on me, princess" he said, narrowing his eyes before giving a slight grin "Then I will allow you to bask in my presence and grace you the right to stay alive".

Maybelle flashed Brigitte a warm smile at the statement she was a good girl, but quietly nodded along to Jeanne calling her Naive as well. She knew she had her own faults, she was a little too trusting after all. It's why she asked others for judgement rather then trying to pass it herself.

Quietly she munched on some sliced fruits, albeit she visibly startled at Victoria's admission of mental powers. It was only the further emphasis that if she had planned to use them why admit it that helped calm her down. None the less she looked a bit more uncomfortable then before. Trying to figure out something else that struck her as odd.

"Betrothed? That's a word I haven't heard before. I don't think. Whats it mean?" She didn't seem to want to focus on the idea of Victoria being killed if she was dubbed a threat. Admittedly though she probably wouldn't fight for the human, not yet anyway.
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She visibly cringed with Rifnox's poke. But she looked at Maybelle. "Betrothed means I am engaged... am to be married. In other words, an agreement has been made for this man to be married to me. Does that make sense?"