<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian (HP: 26/38)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>The best laid plans...<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><hr/>The cleric was of the opinion that too many voices only confused their message and so, for the moment at least, Lilian remained silent as the more garrulous of their band explained the situation. She was still very concerned for their captive's safety, especially once the enchantment cast upon him broke. There might be sufficient justification in the eyes of many to putting down a clearly violent creature, but that should be anathema to the goddess' teachings.<br/><br/>Lilian sighed as she leaned forward and scratched her horse's ear. The briefest sideways glance at their morbid cargo was enough to stoke the former warrior's conviction, however. As Calanthe stated, (in her own, inimitable manner), they needed the services of a temple. That was what she should be concentrating upon, wasn't it? Although, was it possible to weigh the value of one life against the needs of the recently departed? The cleric sighed again, suddenly in great need of a drink.<br/><br/>When had life become so bloody complicated?