"The descriptions the guard gave had me awkward and furious that someone would mock our goddess by putting her in anything frilly or fluffy, looking overly feminine without that warrior's presence. I accept that the Goddess is a Goddess but one should not forget the aspect of what she represents. If the acolyte that drew these was alive, I'd order him to recite prayers of penance for a week at least." That might not sound like much, but the prayer of penance was very long and carried back to the start from its end, and repeating it must be done loudly, wearing one's voice down, till a tired tongue would not speak any heresy or speak any stupid questions either. That was the stance of the strictest elders. Father Thomason usually did not rely on it.<br/><br/>"But as for your vision, its peculiar she'd appear to you that way. Perhaps it was some sort of warning, how naked our own defences were, how alone we stood, but reminding us to still be ready to fight?" Father Thomason thought out loud, but nod his head then.