Draiss nodded, and then shook his head at the idea that she would join them. "No, I was merely wondering if perhaps we could meet with her, and see if perhaps she could offer any advice on the destruction of undead, since the Sun God reigns highest here. I have a few tricks to use, but they tend to be the kind that noisily destroys them, while I was hoping she might be able to suggest something more... subtle.<br/><br/>The other point of that was that I am considering sallying forth to do a bit of counter measures to slow them down on my own. I was thinking Maura could meet with your high priestess, Cerulean could talk to the guards and advise them as to the tactics and composition of the army that we know of so far, and Daminor could make rounds in the local taverns, stirring up spirits and patriotism while I am out there making the orcs afraid of their own shadows."<br/><br/>He tensed himself slightly, as if he was expecting and afraid of his party member's outbursts to his little idea. Truth be told, he wanted to stay as far away from the priestess as possible, despite the fact that his brief scrying on her showed that she was a voluptuous woman between youth and middle age that should have been gracing some Marquise's or King's bed, rather than working for a god. Last thing he needed was for someone to figure out he was a god, and the priest and priestess had the best chance of doing that.<br/><br/>(If Tredora's appearance is important for some reason, than he can have mis-scried another, more powerful priestess elsewhere.)