The old man seemed to consider things for a while, a confused expression remaining on his face there for a moment longer. He seemed to think it over for a while, looking at Gabriel before speaking up again. "I think there have been tales of it before. Visions from the Goddess, though they tend to be a night before a battle, and her advice in a full armor, or her words of encouragement, even a historic record of proclaiming she appeared before people doomed to a hopeless battle, encouraging them to fight to the last man standing. They lost, but in the end, they cost the enemy so much time they were destroyed before they could get close enough to the people that the soldiers gave their lives to save." Remaining quiet, father Thomason grimaced.<br/><br/>"There's no recorded occurence of her performing new visions after that one though, perhaps because the other army was headed by a high priest of an opposing Deity. Supposedly the clash of deities left even our Valiant Lady in a sore shape for a while, but as it is, the army of the other deity was crushed without mercy, and without survivors. The few that lived longest spoke of the tale of what they had witnessed before their defeat, and the records that the commanders and the fallen heroes had kept."<br/><br/>He frowned even more as protectors came up but nod his head in agreement. "Protectors were here. I tended to their wounds minimally, they are not worthy of the Divine's favor as it is, but a good Goddess does not shove aside those without hope, but I hope that they understood at least some about the meaning of what they received. If not, they are not welcome here again." He did not comment the matter with the king, but when the talk came about lady Shadecliff he sighed heavily. "That is very frightening news. I hope she can be found soon."