As she walked away in search of what she needed.  She would suddenly come of thought.  Screw the curse, she be immortal, she could fight the insanity.  Sure she had no armor, no skill in how to fight.  An to work magic was so hard even to brew simple potions.  So with that daunting task,  she is left with one choice.  To let it consume her.  She would control it, she would turn the world into her sea of worshipers.<br/><br/>Perhaps it is the curse whispering and claiming more control with bringing such suggestions and thoughts within her mind as she retraced her steps.