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"It was spoken by a man who was kidnapping citizenry and selling them as slaves." Vera does not follow Kurt to the door, instead staying at the barracks to continue her conversation. "It was apparently a target of their trafficking and was subsequently destroyed, but that is all of the information I have at the moment."
"Indeed," she says as she shoves her captive forward. "Disrupting the peace, inciting a riot, and conspiring against the Infernal." Her words were equally as devoid of feeling as those of the Hellknight. There was no room for emotion when it came to the law.
"Welcome to Cheliax," the monk groaned sarcastically, not even looking. Every good Chelish boy and girl was always on the lookout for those seeking to disrupt order.
"Drag you to the Hellknights and let them deal with you." Vera did not have the luxury of time, and the paperwork required would leave her stuck there for hours. She had a divine purpose and this cretin was not going to eat through any more of her time. Completely ignoring her companions, she pushes her captive along towards the town's barracks.
"No." Vera ties her target's hands behind their back, then pulls them up onto their feet. "Just arresting an instigator."
Vera moves to her target and grabs them, trying to take advantage of their gunked-up and less maneuverable state.
Once the crowd was shocked back to reality, Vera draws her instrument of Divine will, knocks a tangleshot arrow, and lets it fly at the instigator.
At that phrase, Vera steps to action, pushing her way into the crowd, searching for the source of the shouting and trying to glean any other information she can.
Vera casts her gaze skyward, peering at the setting sun through the trees. "Night is falling," she stated as she put her arrows back in her quiver. Nighttime was not a good time to be out and about in any section of Cheliax, no matter what the sacred laws supposedly protected from. Addressing not only the wildlings but her own companions, she adds, "You all had best seek shelter 'ere the light is gone."
"To near the woods. We struck them down, and then my cohorts here began hunting after some sort of amazing technicolor animal." Having never seen the beast for herself, nor having taken part in the events building it up, Vera can merely shrug apathetically. "Neither its significance nor exactly what animal it was were ever adequately explained to me, but they were quite insistent on finding it."
"I am Vera Magda, Sister of the Golden Erinyes. This is an investigation into kidnapping and trafficking of citizenry." The ascetic speaks as she draws another pair of arrows but refrains from actually nocking them in her bow. "Frankly I know not why we took this diversion into your woods, but I would advise you to stand down. The Sisters do not take kindly to obstruction, but we have no quarrel with you."
After getting a swift point in the correct direction from Kurt, Vera steps roughly five feet our of cover while grabbing a pair of arrows from her quiver, overdraws them as much as her bow would allow, and lets them fly.
Vera, despite her protracted silence, doesn't hesitate to get behind a tree and draw her own bow. Arrow nocked but not tensed, she scans the treeline, fails to find the threat, and calls out to Kurt.
Seeing the combat begin to unfold, Vera throws her lot in with her tentative new "allies". She draws her bow and looses an arrow at the sickle-wielding spellcaster.
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Vera takes in the events unfolding in front of her and steps forward. "By the will of Asmodeus and his divine right as a Sister of the Golden Erinyes, I am stopping this conflict before it starts. What is the meaning of all of this??"
Vera shuts her eyes and shakes her head briefly, before rubbing one temple with her fingers and giving the woman a dirty look. "Don't do that," she huffs and follows the woman. Probably against her better judgment, at that.
"I am looking for many things, primarily information," Vera corrects, not shifting her bulk. "On slaves, yes. But on slavers, especially. So what information are you bringing me, and why?
"Why are you following me?" She asked pointedly the moment the woman walks into her line of sight. Her burnt-orange eyes narrow as they lock on to the woman's own, and she lets the broadness of her shoulders combined with the pentagram emblazoned upon her clothing do the rest of her talking. She felt no direct threat was needed.
Quickly growing frustrated with her inability to get anywhere with the locals, she takes to the streets. She scoured every place she thought to look, eyeing every person with suspicion and every place as a potential source of information.
Not being a particularly patient or subtle individual, Vera went straight to work searching for information. With confidence that her attire would be enough to garner respect and cooperation, she began to ask high and low for suspicious individuals.
Vera Magda, friendly neighborhood Sister of the Golden Erinyes here. I trust you all are staying in your assigned party roles and not breaking any of Asmodeus' sacred laws.
Let's roll some dice, just for fun
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