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"Ahem."

"Done," Sarenrae replies, looking immediately to Abadar.

"That was not a prayer, it was a rejection," Sarenrae shakes her head, "You are grasping at straws."

The Dawnflower smiles a victorious smile.

"Very well," Sarenrae agrees.

"His only lie was in acting out pain, his mouth spoke no untruths," Sarenrae is quick to defend Arimar.

"As for the healing we provided, he came to my temple, of his own free will," Sarenrae notes, "And asked to be healed. That gives me every right to heal him. All who come to me shall be healed. Not to mention he had many doubts before then. Need I remind you of his prayers at the shrine after your allies attacked him?"

"That is good, very good," the mellifluous voice of Sarenrae floats into the room as the voice's owner does the same. Her golden radiance casts a glow over all the courtroom, except in the vicinity of Urgathoa.

"Shall we begin?" she asks, and when Abadar nods, launches into a speech about the autonomy of mortals and why giving them a 'gift' does not make them beholden to any god or goddess. All the while Urgathoa seethes, rolls her eyes and generally makes as though she wants to interrupt. Sarenrae notices and smiles. One at a time in the Court of Abadar, whether you want it or not. You really should have done some more research before agreeing to this, my dear.

When Sarenrae has finished her piece on the autonomy of mortals she adds, "Arimar has had a very hard childhood. He only followed the way of Urgathoa because of what was done to him. Her clergy kept him secluded and fed him lies. His choice was no choice at all. A child believes what is told to them by there natural or adoptive parents. Urgathoa gave him no choice, and thus her claim on Arimar is void. He is angel-blooded, and the good in him should be allowed to shine rather than be repressed."

I have done well in appointing that one to my temple in Magnimar, the goddess muses on her way to meet the Pallid Princess, I just hope I have chosen as well in relying on Abadar to adjudicate this whole thing.

Arimar, you have so much yet to learn, Sarenrae views him from the crystal clear waters of one of Nirvana's many vast and pure lakes, But it will not do to have Urgathoa causing you such pain and confusion at the same time. You have chosen me, it seems, but she will not let you go so easily. The beautiful blonde goddess strokes the pool gently with a finger and sends a gentle ripple out to one who might yet be saved.

The Dawnflower then sits cross-legged and meditates long and hard, sending her consciousness ever downwards... down to a place where she was not welcome... down to the apocalyptic wasteland of Abbadon.

"Urgathoa!" she shouts when she knows that she will be heard, "We have business to settle. No more shall the mortal known as Arimar be a pawn for us, ripped from one side to the other. We settle this, and then the matter will be done. We meet," Arimar would not like this if he knew, "At Pharasma's Spire in Axis. Abadar shall bear witness."

Having delivered her message, Sarenrae's consciousness drifts back to the heavenly realm. She hugs herself in a comforting gesture as though to rid herself of the vileness of Abbadon. She stands and makes for her Realm to prepare. Urgathoa will have heard her message, and she was never one to back down from a challenge.