Perhaps she was right in a way. It was a philosopihical question, often argued in the tempels and orders of Paladins. Not uncommon discussions of morality was brought up by sparring Paladins, whom off course the young initiate girls(when she was one) could not help but watch from time to time. Did the goblin women and children, and those not participated in the violence against her deserve the cruel fate they met? Or were they simply victims of circumstance, under their foolish Shaman, whos search for grand powers in their Dragon God, led their tribe to ultimate doom.<br/><br/>The dragon roasted the last few survivors, and those corpses that had not been incinerated yet, creating a nice, burning crispy smell. Probably smelt like dinner for it. It gathered up all the bodies in a pile, which became rather big. And then it started scraping up treassures. With a magical sense where to find all the different treassures of the tribe, it gathered up a rather large collection of gems, coins, and various other valuable items, into a pile. The begining of a treasure hoarde. Natacia could guess her own equipment had been placed somewhere in there. The process took overall about an hour, where she had time for self reflection, and freezing. For the chilly outnook she sat in, especially naked, was not particulary warm.<br/><br/>The dragon did however come to pick her up after a while, landed in front of his treasure pile, and tossed her somewhat less then gently, into the pile of coins and items. At least in his presence, she felt a lot more warmth. The majestic beast looked down on her, and her nostrils were filled with the smell of sulfur, and cooked meat(which didn't smell too bad) from the large pile of goblins, a reach away from the treasures.<br/><br/>"Are you happy now, Natacia of Pelor?" The dragon asked her in a moderate tone. He had exersized his anger on the goblins, and his voice was now deep and filled with the wisdom of the ages. "I know you are. They raped you, though saving your most sacred purity, for the purpose of having a virgin sacrifice a virgin. A very powerfull mix that is. Perhaps it alone was reason enough to wake me, the goblins themselves would most likely only have stirred me a little. Perhaps with a dozen more sacrifices, they might... but you brought me into this world by own hand. " The dragon chuckled at the obvious irony. He seemed to take great enjoyment in the mind games he played with the tormented priestess.