Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly
Barrmount Village

Shaydrin gave her a wary look. There was now a more precise, more foreboding air about the girl. Being so cursed and largely helpless in life, Shaydrin had made a point of submitting fully to the gods. He himself and those ancient spirits were of a like mind: both practiced fair exchange, both exacted respect from their lessers through fear and awe. It was the only way he figured he could get by in this awful land, in this awful lot he'd been given. He felt the presence of his great masters in this girl, and he wondered if he would soon be called to follow their will, this time in a manner that would complicate his affairs rather than simplify and secure them.

"You say you cannot be harmed easily," He said, with careful eyes and a careful tone. "What do you mean? Have you powers?"
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

Maren fiddled with the marble, pulling it out of her pocket and rolling it between her fingers methodically, looking off into the fire as he asked his question.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't get cold, really." She looked over. "And my papa cut me up so much, I dont feel hurt when something happens." She added. "He cut words into me. And those words mean certain things, but I don't know how to reads them." She shrunk down, hunching over and sniffing up her runny nose.

"I don't get scared when I should, and I get really scared when I shouldn't, but I dont think that's a power."
Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly
Barrmount Village

Words? Oh yes, the runes. Shaydrin thought back on the sight of them scrawled across her skin. They were like something he might have seen a few times engraved into sacred stones or old ruins.

"What happened to your father?" He asked, eyeing the marble. "Is he dead?"
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

Maren shook her head. "He uhm... He's alive, I think. It has been a long time, but he was aliving when I left." She said quietly. "I don't want to talk abouts my papa." She murmured, looking down at the marble and watching it roll between her fingers.

"He..." She looked at Shaydrin. "I don't think they liked him, you know. The... The gods." Maren shook her head. "He told me that... That he was going to... To punish me if the Gods did him wrongly. And that was... A lot."
Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly
Barrmount Village

Shaydrin took the last sip from his tea, then stood. Joining his hands behind his back, he began to walk around the room. It helped keep his mind active. "You say your father had a poor relationship with the gods? And yet, he designed you to be a vessel for their will?"
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

Maren stood as he did. "Yes, he... Hm. He said he would make me for the Gods' will... But he t-told me that... If the will wasn't the same, they would feel his wrath. But it was just me..." She frowned, getting more nervous.
Ramiro
Sir Shaydrin Skagelly
Barrmount Village

Shaydrin knitted his brow, struggling to wrap his head around what she was saying. Was her father some sort of magician? He must have been very powerful to be as brazen as she described him to be. There seemed to be a lot of hazy history to this girl and her condition; in time, he hoped to unravel more of it. But, for now, he needed to distil her story down to its most urgent information.

"Why are you here?" He asked, facing her fully. "Do you feel drawn here? Is it fate? Is it *Our* Fate?"
Stephen
Maren
Barrmount Village

Maren took a step back as he riddled her this and that, and she stuck the marble back into the pocket of her tunic/dress, swallowing once before speaking up.

"I am here because... Because..." She looked at him, unsure as to why an *Adult* Would be asking her such deep questions. "I am here because I was bringed here by your men, sire. And they bringed me here because they thought I was ill. But I am not." She tried to break down the actions. "And I am here with you because you see'd me and knew I was diff... Different." She folded her hands together approaching him.

"And I ran from my home because I was driven to, and by that... I mean... I was just... I didn't have a choice. M-maybe it's fate."