Location: Underdark, The Camp, Dysmas' sleeping quarters. Date: After defeating the fire giants, before arriving at the Cannith Base Who: Cyprus/Lucian/Others WIth each forward step, the party stepped forward, Lucian mused as he stepped forward. THe oppresive heat of the underground caverns had made for uneasy traveling for The Horizon Company, which Lucian thought was a much more appropiate name now that they had a sun cleric working for them, and tensions had been high. Admittedly, he had not helped matters by flopping around nude for about an hour while he debated what outift would work best for the rest of the adventure. Also having a prophecy seizure is always embarassing for an adventurer. His explanations that he his combat effectivness would not be hampered at all by nudity due to the draconic scales covering most of his torso armors didn't help. Tragically, the fire from his vision had burned up his long fancy black Winter Coat with white fluff lining the interior that he had switched into after the destruction of his Nobleman's adventuring clothes. Consequently, Lucian was forced to dress himself in just a plain old incredibly fancy and tailored charcoal suit, crafted from fine gnomish worksmanship and lightly magical stitching. A downgrade in all honesty from the tragic loss of fluff. " Their tiny hands do such good work though " Lucian thought as he admired the comfortable feeling of the suit. Of course, he had bigger things on his mind than nudity and tiny tailors. Those firenewts seemed to have come to view Veger, Dysmas, and him as gods. Sensible, he supposed as Veger and Dysmas did pretty rocking in that fight, though a bit strange in his case. Still, it left the question about what to do with them. While Lucian knew he was an idiot, he still wanted to make sure that those firenewts were alright. They had the responsibilty to care for them, now that they had placed their faith in him, and if there was anyone in the party who would know about faith.... Turning to Mollin, Lucian is about to say something, and then realizes his mistake and turns to Cyprus instead. Trying to get the Aasimar's attention, Lucian loudly asks," Hey Cyprus, would it be alright if I ask you for advice? I've been thinking about those firenewts, and I could use your advice. Since they see us as Gods, I figure I have the responsibility of helping them out, and I was thinking of maybe urging them towards self improvement sort of. " Lucian pauses for a bit, and then snaps his fingers, and says, "Like you must feed the fire inside of yourself is how I am thinking of pitching it. Urge them towards productive skills and trainign, positive mental health, and all that good jazz. Look towards building them a communit y. What do you think? I figure since you're a cleric you're probably much better at all this god stuff. "