Lost remains on the outskirts of this seemingly jolly gathering of people. She listens to the others as they gather tales and make friendly with the nomadic folk, but she remains at a careful distance. She's provided her own meal, and eats it where she intends to also rest; on branch leaning against a tree trunk, just barely within the ring of light from the main fire. Her silver-white hair reflecting it's glow is likely the only reason she's easy for them to spot. Here she watches over them, but at enough of a distance to deafen their words into background ambiance as she turns inward. The vampire today. Something in that encounter was so satisfying for her even now it echoes in her thoughts. It's shocked screeches, the snap of her bowstring beside her pointed ear right before they collided with the dead creature's torso. She was sure Pholtus was guiding her in that battle, in this bleak environment. Their combined victory over this vampire was surely His Will, proof that they were on the right path. They cleansed a troubling chaotic presence from a holy church and eased worry from the man that serviced there. She had done what she could to bring Pholtus' grace to the structure, to fill it with his presence. Perhaps eventually when they returned to that town it could become a bastion for others like themselves, until they could strike out and bring down the devil that called this unusual place home. That devil... A pout forms on her lips and her eyes narrow. To get them back to His church, eventually they would need to encounter and fell this foe, who to her, currently feels like the complete antithesis to her God's views, and that is why she's sure it was His will that lead them to this foreign land. A foe she had no illusions about being entirely too strong for her and the people from the church to take on right now. Slaying him would be a crowning moment of divine glory for Pholtus, but the journey to that was likely to be a long one. In the meantime, she would lash out at more creatures like the one they put to rest today, and like the one that slipped through their fingers like sand. The cackling woman was another dour spot in her day, another way to darken her expression. What finally brings her ease is, as usual, letting her thoughts drift back to the reason for the hunt. Pholtus. As she whispers a prayer to herself and prepares to settle in for the darkness of night, she lets His direction and teaching fill her mind. She revels in His blessing coursing through her, bringing her fingertips up and casting a few of her minor spells simply to see His energy dancing in her hands. There was a purpose to this gift, to being selected, and with it, she could find His light through any darkness. She is smiling as she closes her eyes and tips her head back against the bark. "Pholtus... even here, where they do not whisper Your name, I feel You. I serve You. I am humbled by being Your vassal, and I take Your guidance here with gratitude. Watch over me as I rest, warm me through the night's chill, and tomorrow let me fell any foe that disgraces Your presence. Your will be done."
