Having had a brief description of what Edmund would have them do the next day, a task she can support even if it is not necessarily her first goal, Lost will spend her evening in the church. She nods to the often serious and impulsive warrior of the light, before stepping away. Lostariel seeks out Father Lushan, and sees if there are any tasks that she will be allowed to help with while they stay here. Given any like sweeping or dusting, she will tend to them in quiet contemplation unless/until disturbed, letting her mind reach out soulfully to pray to Pholtus. Though usually silent around her companions, to her god, she has no trouble communicating her turbulent thoughts. It is a connection as natural as breathing. My Lord, this land is so troubled. Each dawn that rises here, I am more and more sure that You lead me here for a reason. There is darkness and chaos everywhere we turn. Indeed, we seem assaulted by it. Today we found remains of some wicked ritual room and a statue that chilled me to the bones, in a house that somehow comes from actual descendants of Father Cecil. That connection leaves a bitter taste on my tongue, and far too many questions in my mind. If none of us have heard of this land, this Devil Strahd, how can it be that Cecil is the decedent of a noble household here? He seems as surprised as we, but... His behavior, and now this 'coincidence', cast me into thoughts I would rather not be having. Is it possible that Cecil was involved in leading us here? He is the newest member to the Church, and yet he gained position so quickly, and this his first time charged in leading a hunt when so many others were better experienced, has conveniently lead us here? Edmund or I both would have been better choices. I am the most active of the Church's hunters, the most successful, and Edmund has more time there than any of us. Yet they selected Father Corly, and today, in this other world, we stumble into his family home? There was a statue in the Corly house, something I barely wish my mind to linger on, as it's appearance chilled my bones. There is no way by Your divine grace that that thing was anything short of evil. And again, to find this connected to Cecil's history, what witchery did they commit? The best I can hope is that it is this evil that drove his family into service, that they turned from it and towards You in a search for redemption, and yet... There are too many coincidences. I pray to You for guidance on this, lest my suspicions get the better of me. All by Your will, Pholtus, I trust in You and only You. Further deeds we did in Your holy name today, My Lord, was the rescue of a young child. She would have been drowned by a man, and likely was not the first child who had been sent to the cold depths of this lake by this soul's villiany. We saved her, the lucky little brat, and even saw her safely home. She was the offspring of the people we'd been warned worked with Strahd, and in spite of that, I was glad to see her back in her father's arms. At night, even in this bright church with it's loyal brethren, I have but to look out the glass and see the darkness enveloping the world outside. It feels hungry, Pholtus, that thick blackness. Perhaps the only thing that keeps me strong now, is that I too am hungry. This land is ripe for my service to You, and if it is a challenge You've laid before me to test me, or even a task You set me to please You, I would gratefully accept it. Every wicked life we eliminate, every sinful encounter we divert, it is by Your light and Your way. I would have You pleased with Your loyal followers, even the misguided among them. Shape me to serve You, Lord. Let Your living weapon in this dark land best suit Your will. She pauses in her sweeping, leaning her bare shoulder against the cold stone wall by one of the church windows, golden eyes staring past the glass to the night sky beyond.
