"Think nothing of it. I'm only doing the right thing." Vaeri told Sana as she passed. What kind of cleric would she be if she sat by as slavers and the pinnacle of an unholy man attacked the town and threatened the lives of innocent people and children? Not to mention being able to engage in battle was just delicious icing. It had been several months since she had fought last and it was beginning to itch at the back of her mind. 

Vaeri sat in the dim light, reading her book as if the lack of lighting didn't even register to her. As she nibbled at the end of a plain wafer, she noticed the stranger try to read what she was reading  over her shoulder. He quickly gave it up and went to stand guard.

"I'm not surprised you couldn't read it. Most humans can't even speak elvish, let alone read it." Vaeri turned another page in her little book. "It's an examination of gods specific to certain races and a dissertation for this phenomena written by High Priest Glorfindel. It focuses mostly on Corellon Larethian but talks about a couple of other gods like Garl Glittergold and Moradin. I find the book interesting, but Glorfindel's arguments are flawed and poorly thought out."