<strong>Glim</strong><br/><br/>"My name is Glim! A silly name, I know" she adds, wrinkling her face as a gesture of understanding.<br/>Gratefully, she follows Thalia around, observing how she preach. All that Thalia says is new to Gr. She only heard rumours about Tlazolet, and never seen her priests, or for that case much of any priests, in action: the dwarves she lived with weren't religious, respecting only the spirits of their dead and the earth. She marveledd how Thalia worked outfrontly with people, and set aside what she saw, yet remained reluctant to give any positive judgement of it. The passions this priestess preached reminded her subtly of a mousetrap. She understood indulging in pleasure out of weakness, which was attractive to those people, but couldn't grasp how one can make a religion and a goal of it. She left it out to be discussed later in the usual conversations with her God.<br/>People got incided by Thalia, touching each other and her, as they thought that she is with the priestess. She let them, feeling both excited and in pain from this: those random touches were so hollow to her, so false... Not connecting people, not making them care for each other, like it should have been. She kept her thoughts to herself, though, letting those people to indulge in what they choose.<br/>She was grateful but still shaken, grieved and lost when Thalia's preachings ended and she came, with quite a crowd of new followers, to the nearby open inn, and offered Glim a courteously to share her supper.<br/><br/>Normally she would have tried to socialize, but now she was quiet and reflexive, trying to straddle the whirlpool of mindless pleasure and other feelings the touching of those people ignited in her. She asked, however, Thalia, to tell her more about the cult of Cthulue she kept mentioning.<br/>Learning that the Lord of the city asked adventurers to come this evening, and the hints about the cult that was in the message Thalia herself received, Gr was interested once again. She asked if she could tag alone with Thalia, but was politely but firmly rejected, on the grounds that she needed to pass the introduction to the authorities herself.<br/><br/>Learning that it was probably already too late for such official introductions, and being a bit numb and stupid from all the extra experience, she decided to go on her own, figuring her ring granted her enough of Djinn's time to spy the location and bring her here and out of here in case her arrival would cause too much trouble.<br/>Politely, she took her leave from the priestess and found a calm table in another inn to drink and gather her thoughts. When the town crier announced twelve, she called the Djinni and explained the thing to him, telling him to get her to the meeting and then get her out of there and to a safe inn on the outskirts of the city when she would call him next time.<br/><br/><strong>The Shining Tower</strong><br/><br/>Djinni took her to the place, setting her down not far from the throne, then was gone.<br/>Becoming flesh and blood again, she took the moments of surprise to look around, noticing the attending guests, some official-looking parrots and some soldiers, and the misterious figure on a black throne.<br/>With a tone a bit lighthearted and a bit sad, she addresses Korrok<br/>"Sorry to enter the party without an introduction,<br/>but I just arrived today.<br/>Lady Thalia, here, set me in on your call for adventurers,<br/>and I decided to tag alone.<br/>I could easily spy on your proceedings without being noticed",<br/>she bluffed,<br/>"but I choose to come introduce myself<br/>and see if your wizard judgement would be sensible enough<br/>to let a newcomer come in, or if your pride and fear would take an upper hand".<br/>With that, she stopped, holding her breath, ready to fleet.