Viloet pushed her lower lip out and averted her gaze as she was being lectured, almost rebuked even. This wasn't exactly the life she wanted. It almost seemed to... cheapen it. The idea of going out and adventuring, being the brave hero or even the plucky halfling sidekick you hear the bards speak of... It was a tiny bit more<em> noble </em>than laying on her back for everything.<br/><br/>Everyone's special, everyone has some kind of talent. The commoner life was never for her, she knew that much. It was just too... boring. She was better than that. But on the other hand, her forays into genuine adventuring had ended... less than successfully. It was true, the halfling had one talent worth mentioning, honed by years of<em>very</em>chronic 'misfortune' ...but that was hardly legitimate, and not particularly something you would want your name known far and wide for.<br/><br/>"Oh, an ogre!?" She replied with wide eyes and paled skin at the thought, "I wouldn't... that's a little<em>extreme</em>, isn't it? I mean... I don't ever want to even be put in a position to deal with- ..something like<em>that. </em>Ogres, I mean... Uh, d'you know something I don't?"<br/><br/>Of course She does, the halfling reminded herself. She<em>is</em>a deity!