The battle done, Renard gives a heavy sigh of relief and chuckles thorugh gasps of breath. "Splendid, all! You were magnificent." However a glance over at the farmstead in flames and ruin brings him to a sombre mood.
After the many questions about the attack on the farm, fro his newfound companions, Renard asks the group, "Alas I was not aware of any hooded figure who perhaps started this whole tragedy, but a different question might be asked: 'Why would anyone find it necessary to use such power to do this in the first place?" --- glancing over at the old farmer --- Is there something important about this farm?---" then a slow glance over at Areal "--Or someone on this farm?
Renard lets the question hang if no one offers an immediate suggestion.
Then, as a smile once agian returns to his face, to the farmer he remarks, "But no truer words have been spoken, good sir. Indeed the comforts of a warm inn are needed presently."
Tänya:
With a slight, humble bow"Ah, dear flower of nature, I would consider it a most kindly gift to receive such attentions from you.""Is there anyone here who needs healing before going to the church and seeking the help of the clerics? Renard?
Tänya:
"With such a promise, I will certainly hold the possibility of recieveing future grievous wounds with less trepidation." And returns her smile on their way back to the inn.She offers her arm once again to the bard, and she winks at him as a golden light suffuses his touch while she mumbles a few words under her breath. With a sideways glance, she said, "It is not much, as your wounds are more serious than minor, but it is all I can do for now and will offer a slight relief. Should you desire the same later, as of now I can offer this once more.
Tänya:"Oh! Thanks to the blessing of Solaris I have found you!"
The man is a tall muscular man. He wears golden armor with the holy symbol of Solaris on his breast plate. A shield is on his left arm and a long sword is fastened on his belt.
He has white brillant hair and grey eyes. He's good looking man indeed.
In some way he reminds you of Arael.
"Are you all voluntarily answering the call of the gods?" he asked smiling to the group.
Momentarily taken aback by the seemingly continuous flow of strange events, Renard watches Tänya commit herself to the words of the priest of Solaris, and continues to wonder about how much trouble he has a tendancy to get in when he goes on impulse. He logically contemplates all the pros and cons of throwing himself in to such a 'pledge' for about 1/12th of a second---as the man in golden armor approaches and addresses them, Tänya lightly touches her own wooden symbol. Then releasing Renard's hold on her arm, she lowers her hood so the laurelin leaves on her brow glow in the moonlight. Striding towards the man with her staff raised above her head in her left arm, she grasps it in the middle so it tilts at a 45° angle above her and stops 5 feet away, with her legs slightly apart.
"I answer."
"As do I."
A somewhat sheepish grin comes over his lips as he looks arond at the others.
"Who am I to deny the gods?...."
<bigger charming smile>
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