"Warriors are not built in a day. It takes time and trials for someone to develop the art of holy war. Tis better to learn slowly so that you learn when war is just rather than rush forward and be blinded by those who speak of false holiness."<br/><br/>"Most of our people don't. Our ancestors worshiped her and many others before their exile. We have not met on the field of battle in a long, long time though. While some Mongrels keep her faith alive to fight the demons, other gods are more important to our lives now. We are in the domains Abadar, Erastil, Pharasma, and Vildeis now. My brother even worships Cayden Cailean. I have kept some of old traditions from past generations alive, though Gozreh hears my prayers too."<br/><br/>"I think it may be best that we head off to rest. War is coming, whether we wish it or not. I must sup with Crel if I am to be off with you, and we all must be ready for battle."<br/><br/>She kisses Zanthus on the cheek as she leaves. "Thank you for coming to us. My brother owes you his life."<br/><br/>And then she is gone back into the mud and brick buildings.<br/><br/>*********************<br/><br/>Saying it is morning may be difficult so deep underground, but the town is busy as you make ready to head off. Lann, Chief Sull and Crel bid you far well at the shore.<br/><br/>Heading Southeast, you pick your way towards the traitor's den. The paths here wind towards the surface, but oddly they are much darker, pitch black, preventing you from seeing anything beyond what your lights show. After almost a half an hour, Dyra stops you, saying that you are close enough to the camp that she should scout ahead with someone.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It </div></div>