Ceria had so far traveled through several lands from her former elvish home.  Thus, she had met quite a few who flouted religious beliefs in this deity or that primal force.  Rubbish, the lot of it! was her opinion.  The elf had yet to obtain any visual - or factual to boot - proof that such beings or forces existed.  She saw no reason whatsoever to give credence to Zehir, let alone even this Great Old One someone in her party apparently worshipped or drew power from.  To this particular wood elf, she could not deny the existence of magic for the fairest hint of nature magic sang through her own veins, but there was a line between magic and bullshit deities who MIGHT wield godlike powers.  

Her reverie was broken yet again by Daisy, a recurring theme it seemed.  This time, the tiefling seemed to be attempting to shake down their esteemed host for money and supplies.  Ceria stood up abruptly, attempting to whack the other woman's tail with a backhand that wasn't meant to hurt, only to draw attention.  [color=00a651][b]"Daisy!  Just ask where the bloody shops are!  Don't extort the man!" [/b][/color] Spots of color appeared high on her cheeks and those usually muted dark green eyes burned with a bright, angry flame.  Her mouth set in an expression of distasteful shock mixed with horror. She turned her attention to the general.  [color=00a651][b]"I'm sorry general!  Might you point us to some of the best value shops in the vicinity?  I'll admit that my own gear could use some upgrading soon."[/b][/color]  Her thumb absentmindedly stroked her old homemade bow which she had forgotten to sling across her back ever since the incident with the guard captain.  Thank goodness she had at least had the sense to return the nocked arrow to its quiver before she had entered the building.  


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((If you'd like me to roll for something (like the slappage or speech), I'll put it here.  Me needst sleeps. Zzzzzz))