The woman stood with a bit of a smirk of pride to her as she pointed her thumb chestwards. "I am Kaitlea, goddess of fertility, beauty and abundance.  Centuries ago your world was struck by a pestilence. I was called upon to provide a solution, though the world of man was not content with a sensual being of awesome power. Women with authority? Perish the thought! Rather than spread my beliefs, my followers were supressed. It's fairly obvious that any evidence of my existance is likewise obscure. My champions throughout the ages have never successfully rid the world of said pestillence and as my teachings fell to the wayside, I made a pact with the gods who govern fortune. Every hundred years or so, someone will chance upon my in-tact shrines. This time, circumstance brought you to me.<br/><br/>"This time is different however. The south eastern kingdoms have become a swampy wasteland of decay. The pestilence is stronger now than ever before and I fear my power as it stands will not be enough to fend it off." Her hand came down to point at Lea. "That's where you come in, my dear."