Anju
I see what lies heavy on your heart
It’s not an unfair question, given the indoctrination she and so many others in Stormbreak went through. Abandoned were cast away from the Old Gods after all, so they could not be allowed any forgiveness or welcome. “The Gods seem to be adapting and Attuning more Abandoned than before,” she notes, recalling the various ones she’d met already, despite her own antisocial inclinations. “Many fought in the war as well. What do our borders achieve, in truth? There is no amassed army of Abandoned to defend against. Why not bring them in so that we may arm them with faith? Encourage their fealty, educate them on proper etiquette, to improve their chances at Attuning?” As a surprisingly religious woman, this is the path that makes the most sense to Anju. Reeducation instead of ostracization.
It’s a much easier list of tasks than hers had been, admittedly. Anju doesn’t mind that. Ludo had had faith in her, faith to awaken Mort’s missing daughter, and she had been proud to return triumphant. Glancing around with an uncertain expression, Anju squints at the ground. “I am no botanist…does the herb grow here?” If so, she’d be happy to spend extra time helping with Lena’s quest.
It’s a much easier list of tasks than hers had been, admittedly. Anju doesn’t mind that. Ludo had had faith in her, faith to awaken Mort’s missing daughter, and she had been proud to return triumphant. Glancing around with an uncertain expression, Anju squints at the ground. “I am no botanist…does the herb grow here?” If so, she’d be happy to spend extra time helping with Lena’s quest.
and the strength you still keep inside
