The large dragon roars in laughter, at her poeticly chosen point of justice. The goblin squirms and screams in pain, and the dragon simply tosses it back to the pile of roasted goblins.<br/><br/>"Finely chosen, Natacia. But you are not of Pelor, oh no. Maybe you were, once, but you are no more of his virtues. Did the weak god protect you from the merciless rape of the goblins? Did he help the girls you were forced to sacrifice, so that you might have lived?! No, he would have you dead, rather sacrifice your life than take another so helpless! But certain death awaited you both... you did the only right thing. How could you have known? I know you... even your church is corrupt. Do you not wonder why you were sent to this godsforsaken place?! Because you were in their way. Too pious, growing the ranks quickly, you were a danger to the high priests. Danger to their power, they sent you here because they knew that you would die! And your god... he does not care for you." He says, in finely stimulated words.<br/><br/>This dragon was of considerable power, and had taken the time to find out more about the priestess of Pelor. And the tradgic truth he had found. Yet she could become a new prodigy...