"<strong>Or the church,</strong>" Joshua adds to Clover's suggestion, "<strong>Well- both don't seem like bad ideas really. And nobody said only one was an option.</strong>" he chuckles as a distraction. The back of a shoulder itches at the thought of finding the local church, something he dares not scratch. The brand mark of Hextor lay there, the last physical remnant of his days as an acolyte of the evil god of war's service. Before he converted to the goddess.<br/><br/>The thought that briefly comes next, an image of all the undeniably female adventurers in rags and chains at his feet, is a mental remnant of his days with Hextor as well- as he would say anything taken through strength was his by right. Thankfully Joshua was only an acolyte- nothing he actually done was worth repenting but some of the memories and teachings resurfaced in the strangest places.<br/><br/>"<strong>I think we should start at the lowest rewards and work up. The goddess advises always fighting your battles with intelligence and our capabilities seem. . .lacking for some big challenges.</strong>"