Ingrid
Ingrid flashed a grin at the lurking owl-cat. Companions were one of the few things that Caido and Helovia shared. Across the room, a man with long, gray tresses sat surrounded by books. Ingrid glanced at the priceless volumes and then at the roaring fire in the fireplace.
That seems like a fucking hazard, she thought, hoping to every deity she knew that the hearth was enchanted to keep it from spewing sparks. Her deep scarlet eyes turned back to the man, who had just introduced himself as the Provost, bowed, called her "Lady," and promptly offered her tea.
What. A. Nerd.
Ingrid couldn't help a small smile. He reminded her of several Wise Ones she knew from long ago.
"There's that much in the collection? And keep the tea; it's hot in here anyway," she said, pulling up a chair. She put both her elbows on the table and rested her head on her clasped hands.
"I need to know about the carnage between The Old Gods and the new ones. If there's going to be another war, I want to be ready. And... I guess the history is too recent for books, but do you have any idea how the hell they escaped? Being trapped here with that shit could not have been easy. You should know that theologians across Caido have tremendous respect for your sacrifice," she said, in a rare almost-solemn moment. (Seriously, she only swore once! When it came to Ingrid, that was like seeing a fucking unicorn.)
That seems like a fucking hazard, she thought, hoping to every deity she knew that the hearth was enchanted to keep it from spewing sparks. Her deep scarlet eyes turned back to the man, who had just introduced himself as the Provost, bowed, called her "Lady," and promptly offered her tea.
What. A. Nerd.
Ingrid couldn't help a small smile. He reminded her of several Wise Ones she knew from long ago.
"There's that much in the collection? And keep the tea; it's hot in here anyway," she said, pulling up a chair. She put both her elbows on the table and rested her head on her clasped hands.
"I need to know about the carnage between The Old Gods and the new ones. If there's going to be another war, I want to be ready. And... I guess the history is too recent for books, but do you have any idea how the hell they escaped? Being trapped here with that shit could not have been easy. You should know that theologians across Caido have tremendous respect for your sacrifice," she said, in a rare almost-solemn moment. (Seriously, she only swore once! When it came to Ingrid, that was like seeing a fucking unicorn.)
