<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Olivia_the_cleric.jpg)</div><em>There are dangers. </em>Olivia is far from oblivious to this fact. Hidden arrows tear through the paper-thin veil of foliage as she settles within the camp of the bandits, but none seem intended for her. This is the game she plays, which her companions don't seem to understand. Why should they give any credence to mending the wounded enemy and hearing her grievance, when experience has shown violence the better solution? There is no power in submission, only power in wielding the sharper sword. And yet, what does Olivia do when the vanilla-and-citrus billow leaves her gown and sets her down on solid earth, but talk.<br/><br/>"Good heavens, this is not the way to go about it. Let's discuss a compromise. We've come to extract our people from this forest." Glimpses of tanned, pigment-smeared hard bodies through the rippling ocean of green moving all around her. The human eye is trained to focus on this splash of warm red in a kaleidoscope of cool green, even if she barely recognizes a shape or distance. The nose, too, is trained to identify the scent of a wolf. It tenses her shoulders and back with the akashic memory of being bitten and shaken by something huge and dire. It takes willpower to suppress those primal fears and continue with a quaver in her voice. "As sedentary people they would only burden your hunter-gather society. I can see you're protective of what's yours, that's admirable in a people. Good for you. You're so well adapted to it."<br/><br/>Her staff stands ramrod straight before her as an obstacle to the small target of her unarmored heart. She is not fearless. Each time it's terrifying, nuzzling up to the fanged maw of danger to pluck a splinter. What gives her courage is the knowledge that women like Serana, and Yula, and Dale must live and die by their skill with the blade, that once defeated they become too dangerous, too poisonous to spare. Life is different for a healer. Defeat is different for one with a skillset to breathe life into the dying. Sure, life doesn't often end up pleasant or fulfilled for a captured bee, but there's something to be said for going on breathing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Distraction</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-07-23 05:17:45, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90948)</div></div>