Viloet looked off to the side as She spoke, humbled and almost ashamed by the revelations. Everything Kaitlea had been saying was right, of course... But, but...<br/><br/>Indeed, it seemed as if the tiny woman was thinking on it, opting to instead reply in silence. This was all so much. Her entire life, the halfling dreamed of being an adventurer. A hero. Slaying dragons, plundering evil temples and tombs... Meeting attractive villians who weren't really all that villianous so it's not morally questionable to let them go free after every playful banter-filled encounter... Her name, Viloet Hornblower, sung by the bards from far away lands detailing her dauntless courage in the face of danger. A lone halfling against a world full of terrible monsters, evil wizards and cunning demons...<br/><br/>It was everything she wanted, but<em>this</em>... this wasn't quite what she had in mind as far as attaining that lofty goal. The Goddess had, by all appearances, rendered the halfling mute in contemplation.