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I'm not beaten by this yet

Ingrid squinted. If it was supposed to be an insult, she really didn't register it that way, because well, it didn't make sense to her at all. "I never said I was the anything," she said with a snort of amusement. "Can you imagine if the Gods all descended upon this mortal plane, sat their devoted down, and said, 'here's the thing, we can only have one priest, so the rest of you need to stop bringing us presents and take up knitting instead.' I'm a Priestess of Caido in the way that you're a, y'know, whatever it is you do to feed yourself."

She leaned back on her heels while he explained how everything worked. "Well, I was forced to become a this," she said, gesturing to, well, all of her. "Frankly, I was more concerned with the whole 'two-legs-no-fur' thing when I came through. I didn't know people just popped out whatever race though... Huh. I wonder if a person can un-ascend," she wondered aloud. "I'll have to look into it. "

Now the thing about Ingrid was that she was, among other things, considerably vain, and the more she talked to him, the more she felt like she was about to get a black eye. "I should really get my ass back to the portal, now. I have to light the candles for tonight," she said. With that, she headed off.

FINISHED

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