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Isila marches into the mines expecting the others to fall within rank she musters, "We move"

Isila looks anonoyed at the bantering and orders, "The church of Hextor is paying a lot of money and resources to fund this mine, I am sick of standing in this downpour while you MEN fumble in these puddles, we move forward, NOW" With that the cleric of Hextor pulls out her Heavy flail, casts light on it, and marches into the mine opening.

"They should fear the wrath of Hextor more, if this cost the church, it will cost others greatly!" Isila remarks while caressing her oversized heavy flail with love

Isila stands in the rain eyeing the mine entrance, she lets the cool rain water run into her mouth, with her exhalations a bit of misty spray exits and steams from her armor, she states with annoyance, "we are going to have to go in there, aren't we..."

Isila dismounts and walks her horse, she carries herself vainly and has no "guard up" she believes no one would ever dare attack a priestess of Hextor, if someone or something does, she is confident it will meet judgement at the spikey smash from Hextor's gavel. She is arrogant, and it shows.

"The weak need law and order brought to them, a minor holding that the church is charged to protect, has had recent bandit activity, we shall quell this uprising under the heel of my boot!"

Islia says a silient prayer as they pass the grand Catherdral. to the man in polished black she smiles wickedly, brandishing her papers and offers "Greetings brother of the six arms, servant of the herald, His grey embrace be upon you, may you enter not thunderstorms"
Does Isila know the man or of him, is his station above her own?

<---Larcifer here, here is Isila, my cleric of Hextor so far, Monty please read her background, I was thinking she may be working with the cabal to help her ascend the ladder of Hextorian rule, to subvert her immediate superior, she also secretly hates Wee Jas, something cause by her deformity...Let me know if this works....