<strong>-- Jeremiah Oz (http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1281/thealchemist.jpg) - Alchemist (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8507) - Mildly offended. --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Jeremiah waited until Lucrece had turned back to her mentor before turning up his nose, muttering something under his breath about<em>religious fanaticism</em>as he pocketed his wand.  It seemed to him that it didn't much matter<em>who</em>you worshiped, so long as you did your damnedest to help people in need.  He'd rather attribute the woman's scorn to the heat of the moment, but she hadn't exactly been subtle about her beliefs in the past either.<br/><br/>Much as he'd like to question the man further, it seemed that she wouldn't be having any of it.  The alchemist hadn't the faintest idea what an<em>Aryx Orthian</em>was anyway.  Instead he stalked back towards the wagon, stopping at Jojel's side and ushering him gently away from the two followers of Pholtus.<br/><br/>"This is just what we need, eh Jojel?" he said, exasperation dripping from his lips.  "Something about visions from their god, or somesuch."