<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg3231464#msg3231464">Quote from: NobleWolf on 02-07-2010, 07:34:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund - Red Oak (Downstairs)<br/><strong>"I see Mr. Alkind. So you've been traveling about all day through this rain? You must be soaked through."</strong>, she speaks back, prodding him with a playful gesture. <strong>"It must be so hard out there, all sorts of beasts and bandits lurk out past those walls. Have any stories for me?"</strong><br/>(OOC: She seems to be flirting a bit.)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Just because you're within the walls, do not assume you are safe from the later, Cordelia."</strong>Sigmund warned, though from his tone one could mistake it for a word of caution or a joke. Stories though? The cleric certainly traveled, but recording stories was not his forte. Even worse was he at telling them.<strong>"There once was a goddess who, while other divines busied themselves with the creation of Golarion and the rules therein, created the heavens which bore no bounds. Jealousy of her creation led to being cast into the mortal realm, but not before a grave injury was bestowed. Luckily, a blind child found and nursed the goddess back to health. For his selfless efforts in spite of his impairment, the goddess granted him the form of a lyrakien. Though small, the boy had gained the freedom to see all the world."</strong>Not a very long or exciting story but perhaps one to demand thought from others, their motives and morals.