Damocles blinked, confused, as he rose to his feet. The last thing he remembered was camping in the wilderness, not five miles from a castle under siege. He had intended to storm in, figure out who the good guys were, and promptly lead them to a decisive victory. Waking up here was.... unexpected.<br/><br/>No matter. The crusade led him where it would, and he was not one to question the wisdom of the Lady of Burning Steel. He would simply continue his quest here, in whatever form it took, with whatever means were required. He glanced up at the woman as she spoke, eyes lighting up as she spoke of the realm of Goddesses. So had he ascended? Had his enduring faith and endless persistence been recognized by his Goddess?<br/><br/>No, apparently. She ordered him to pick something up, and to remove his armor. What possible situation could require him to remove his armor? Unless... perhaps his crusade here needed the talents that resided in neither his speech nor his sword-arm? The voice in his head certainly seemed to think so. He debated within himself whether to follow the orders of this woman, or the mysterious voice. Well, he had always carved his own path.<br/><br/>"I have sworn no oath to you, Lady, and hence am not bound to follow any such command. Speak your name now, that I recognize you. Are you a Goddess of righteousness and devotion, or a sinner to be purified?" Damocles said, loud voice filling the room. He drew himself to full height, easily towering over the woman.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not going to start the encounter just yet! He'll probably be angered by her response and begin a non-con encounter though!</div></div>