<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X16GQqA.jpg?1)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mother Freya</span></div><br/>As Mother Freya had said in her initial speech, they were to be the hands of Aros in this world, and Aros's hands did not remain idle for long. In the past week the "Healing Church" had continued it's work, with Mother Freya providing free healing services to the sick and injured, and offering food to those who attended her sermons. She even established something of a nursery school, offering to watch over people's kids during the day so they could put in more hours at work, and of course instilling said children with the wise lessons of Aros. While many would not look a gift horse in the mouth, some may come to question how the woman had the capital to do all this. Even if the food was fairly cheap (especially in light of the economic down turn), it did not pay for itself, especially with the number of people she fed. This was especially strange since the church didn't seem to have any model for garnering more funds. Freya never charged for the services she provided, and didn't even ask for donations from her congregation. Of course the nature of her finances, and whatever events/station in her past that might have procured them, were a closely kept secret.<br/><br/>Again today she made her rounds through the slums, more faces turning her way than before, a clear sign of progress that kept a quaint smile on her face. The young nun strode across the poorly paved roads of the slums on bare feet, stepping over dirt and stones and glass, though her stride was never stilted, she never showed any pain, bore any cuts or bruises, she didn't even get dirty. Some had asked her about this, and she would always answer that it was one of the many blessings of Aros, that he allowed his chosen servants to walk upon his land unhindered and untainted. She stopped when she came upon a group of laborers in the middle of the reconstruction efforts for the bank that had been burnt down in a heinous rebel attack. It had been quite the loud statement, one that cut into the purses of several wealthy individuals, though also put a fair number of lower class workers out of a job, several of which she had seen at her sermons and lunches. She gave a smile to the tired workers, using her magic to revitalize their stamina and dull the aches and pains that came with the heavy labor. Again her procession would start to assist with the labor and set up a stand to pass out food from, and all the while Freya would sit on a nearby bench and softly sing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnvruIkuhRw) one of the songs taught at her sermons. It was one of unity and perseverance, two things that were well needed in these uncertain times. It was also no accident that she chose the site of another aspirant's attack for this, as it allowed her to contrast their violent display with her message of aid and generosity. It made her stance seem that much more reasonable, and the Healing Church that much more needed.