<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls, KR 11, SM 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Know Religion: At 2014-04-22 01:05:45, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57521)<br/>Sense Motive: At 2014-04-22 01:06:08, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57522)</div></div><br/>Bremorel returned a smile and nod to Fin, but like the Shieldmaiden she quickly returned her eyes to their leader.  Yusissa's words were the first Bremorel had heard of any betrayal, any collusion of the High Priest with the Beastlanders, and the young half-elf displayed her shock, and growing anger, plainly on her face.  She couldn't keep in a muttered, low "false bastard priests", but it wasn't loud enough to interrupt, or perhaps even to be heard around the group.  Despite the outrageousness of the charge, she didn't for a moment doubt the Paladin was correct - she may be half-way to a priest herself, but Yusissa was unquestionably fighting the good fight, putting herself in front, rallying the civilized people to their own defense.  Not that Bremorel had been fortunate enough to fight side-by-side with their general, but she knew many who had, and they all told the same story.<br/><br/>She had questions, but first Bree squeezed Fin's hand, delighted to find her friend in this group, and in good health.  "Fin... you're looking so good ... have you been spending these last months relaxing in some cushy back-lines post, or are you just that indestructible?"  Bree grinned, bumping her shoulder against the armoured warrior - the idea of Finna shirking a fight was as far-fetched as... well, she would have said as far-fetched as the Spire opening its doors to goblins, but now... she sobered a little.  "Yes, definitely... let's eat.  And no... that was... I just said he was handsome, that's all.  But hang on a minute - I want to ask a couple of quick questions."  She cocked her head toward the general, hoping Fin would come along, to support her.<br/><br/>It felt a little peculiar to be approaching Yusissa, uninvited - especially as she stood with other luminaries of her army, but certain questions were burning in Bree's mind.  "Lady Paladin... if I may..."  Bree coughed.  "Does this mean... the beastmen, they've made it all the way to the Spire, then?  So deep?  And what of the other Priests?  Are they all like... like Hagan?  Should we be expecting them to help us, or hinder?"<br/>