Her stride was cautious as she came into view of the assembled group, her heart and breath almost frozen in her chest as she approached. Her eyes scanned over each person from head to toe in turn, studying them and trying to assess the situation as best she could. Those before her were underwhelming to say the least. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find out here but it certainly wasn't this. It didn't help that each assembled member seemed lost and confused, which she supposed was to be expected considering the circumstances. Then the larger of the two gnolls spoke, asking her name. Yes, getting answers was always a good place to start. Hopefully she could alleviate some of the confusion and unease she sensed among them, though most of the unease seemed to be shared between the two gnolls rather than between human and gnoll.<br/><br/>Cecilia clasped her hands in front of her lap, her attention and voice directed more at the humans among her rather than the gnoll who had actually asked the question. "I'm Cecilia Sevandir; priestess and oracle of the Order." The corner of her mouth curled slightly in a smile. She usually enjoyed the responses such an introduction garnered from civilians; surprise, awe, amazement. Those who had suffered greatly from the constant warfare always seemed taken in by her the most. They pleaded with her, begged her to take pity on them - as if her prayers on their behalf wouldn't fall onto deaf ears. That was always the hardest thing for her to do - to pull her arm away from those that clung to her like a life preserver and dismiss their tales of sorrow with an apology. There wasn't anything she could do to help those people...until now. That was part of the reason she even agreed to this in the first place. But the souls gathered in front of her now didn't seem phased in the slightest when she gave her name and title. Of course they wouldn't be impressed...why would they be?<br/><br/>One of the men spoke next, the smallest out of the three and easily the least intimidating, asking the question she both looked forward to and dreaded all at once. Of course she knew what was going on and she wanted nothing more than to speak for hours with those around her about about destiny, fate, adventure, and saving the world. But that was too much, at least for now. They didn't even know their names, much less who they were or why they would be here...it wouldn't exactly be an easy story to sell. "Yes, I do have an idea what's happening." Cecilia grimaced as she struggled over how to continue, with how to lead them along toward their destinies without overwhelming them or scaring them away. Her head titled back and her hands rested on her hips as she exhaled deeply toward the sky. Finally, her attention turned back toward the man that addressed her, the beginning of her story addressed almost exclusively to him before her head turned to include the others into her tale.<br/><br/>"Like I said, I'm an oracle. Months ago..." Cecilia's eyes entered an almost dreamy state as she began to speak of her vision, almost as if she were recalling a fond memory, "I saw figures congregating at this place, lost and without purpose. Their path was lost to them, their course clouded. There was something they needed to do and yet, they knew not what it was." Cecilia sighed as she continued, her shoulders shrugging as if there was something she couldn't explain to herself. Her arms fell heavily back to her side, her hands smacking audibly against her legs, the dreamy fondness replaced with a look of sadness. "At least that's what the Order tells me. I'm like you I suppose. Whatever I saw was so intense that it robbed me of my memories...and my ability." The last admission came much slower and felt almost pained, as though the loss of her visions stung her greater than the loss of her memories.<br/><br/>"But I'm here now and while you may not know your purpose, I do know mine. I am here to guide you, to help you recover what you are and what you should be." Cecilia approached Daeryn, her hand gesturing toward the tablet whose existence he had shared with the others previously. "I believe the first step has already been made for you. If you desire to reclaim your past, then the next step is yours to take."