<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/elpEfLj.jpg?1)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mother Freya</span></div><br/>It was on this day, as she did all days in recent weeks, Mother Freya, humble servant of Aros, made her rounds through the slums, followed by a small procession of beggars, out of work laborers, and orphaned children. As she went she would offer a few kind words and a small prayer to any friendly face she encountered, which admittedly weren't many, but that was no matter, they would grow in time. However it seemed that today would prove much livelier than she thought, as there were quite a few spectacles on display. She came upon the burning bank, taking some time to heal those left with major wounds from the attack with her divine powers. She passed by the defaced statue, glancing up at the vandalizing goblin and smirking a bit at her rallying speech, which seemed to go over quite well with the more vertically challenged among the spectators. However she didn't linger too long at these public displays of defiance, for she already had a display of her own planned for today.<br/><br/>Towards the center of the slums was a street by the name of Debtor's Row. It was a small market place, or a feeble mockery of one if you were comparing it to the actual market district, where the poor people of the slums tossed their pittance in exchange for one more day's worth of meager sustenance. Needless to say the quality of goods was not particularly high, and in fact many of the stalls were stocked by the left over produce from the shops and stalls of the main marketplace, a means for the merchants to recoup some costs once their produce was near spoilage and unfit to sell to their proper customers. Still it was cheap enough for the poorer denizens to scrape by on, and if one was lucky and got to the stalls early enough you could even find some fruit with a few fresh patches still on them. This place was Freya chosen rallying point, her followers starting to set up some makeshift tables and providing a milk crate for the young nun to step up onto.<br/><br/>"Good people of slums, borrow me your ears for but a moment" she called. Her tone was soft, soothing, motherly even, though seemingly had no problem reaching the ears of each and every person in the "market", as though she were standing right beside each and every one of them, "For many days now I have walked through these streets, walked among the people, witnessed your troubles, your toils, and the suffering that has gone long ignored by those with the power to end it. For too long the prosperity of this city has been left to the hands of those who wish to hoard it all for themselves. For too long have "good" Kings been given pass for their shortcomings. For too long has this city been governed by a system that would would put a mindless woman upon the throne and call her Queen. For too long have people put their faith in Gods who sit by and do nothing as their people wallow in squalor" she preached, her tone always remaining calm and agreeable no matter how damning her words were, "This city is in pieces, that much is undeniable. However nothing can be so broken that it cannot be put back together. And that is what we of the Healing Church seek to do, to put back the pieces of this broken city, not to merely restore it to what it once was, but to make it better, to see it's people reach their true potential and gain true prosperity. We wish not for you to simply survive, but to thrive" she added, a mission statement laid out.<br/><br/>"I am Mother Freya, servant of Aros, the God who stands above all Gods. But I am not here today to preach, but instead to give. For while others may offer you blood and fire, or empty profanities and provocations, Aros comes offering something far more genuine. Love, community, opportunity, and sweet succor..." she says, motioning to her followers, who carry the tables out in front of Freya and begin to set out a spread of food. It was nothing extravagant: simple loaves of bread, a variety of cheeses, and a few pots of stew, but it would look like a king's feast compared to what the rest of the market offered, the scraps left to them by the upper classes, "It is with Aros's love and benevolence that I offer this food. There is no price you must pay for it, and no strings attached. You are all free to a fair share of it with no future debts or obligations. Though I do ask that as you fill your bellies, please consider these words: The change our congregation wishes to bring cannot be accomplished alone. Aros is a just and loving God, but it is only through his believers that his work can be done in this world. It will take the focus of many minds, the love of many hearts, and the labor of many hands. We believe that you can all be those hands, those hearts. You need not make a decision now, take your time to think about what you truly desire from this life. And if that discovery draws you towards Aros's light, then you need only come and attend one of our sermons, so you may learn how we can all work together to fix this broken world"