What a posh name. Unusual surname, but then she was definitely a member of Vrettonia's upper class, so maybe they occasionally named themselves differently. She seemed ever so slightly taken aback by his reference to her as "lady", and he supposed he'd have to figure out the correct terminology later on; however, since she'd asked about his relatively lavish clothing, he supposed he would want to explain again that he did as the gods (a god, ahem) commanded. Before he could do so, however, the Elven Princess made her way over to them, inserting herself into the conversation in a way that the noblewoman was obviously taken aback by, asking about their respective magical potentials. Had she never encountered other priests before? Could she not generalise from those? [i]Though perhaps Elven priests are by definition more magically-inclined than human equivalents,[/i] he pondered; he himself was but a minor facet of Fineki's overall presence in Maroleth, and though he occasionally asked, he was not often gifted His power to bestow upon others. Though now he was in such an important position... could that be Fineki's doing, or simply the dumb, more common luck that had pushed him to become a priest in the first place? Hmm...

Regardless, the lady Alice's response to the Princess Vanya was quite astute, and very well-worded. He certainly recognised the military quote - one of but a few mottos of Vrettonia that the lower class was occasionally able to filter from their more fortunate cousins - and silently acknowledged the cleverness of its use, that only a particularly well-travelled being would recognise it for what it was this far South. He didn't quite agree with it (of course a sharp mind was never a thing to waste, but you could have the sturdiest heart in the world and it'd still be pierced quite handily by any strong, talented swordsman), but the sentiment was nonetheless partially echoed. Speaking of which, to continue on from Miss Peerbane's short speech, he gestured toward her with both hands to indicate agreement, simply stating 'She is as wise as she is fair, your Highness. I am sure such a quality applies to your beauteous self, too, o Princess Vanya,' he continued, bowing ever so slightly after the fact; perhaps she'd catch the subtle compliment, perhaps not, but he hardly cared.

'As for my own magical prowess,' he continued, 'I am not a mage myself, in the manner of your two selves, but as I'm sure you're both aware, one does not need to be to petition the gods for but a miniscule fraction of their power. One must request, of course, rather than demand, but if they see fit, then some few might be blessed to spread the power of the gods more directly... if I could ask you to accept the gods into your heart for but a moment, Ms. Alice Peerbane, I might perhaps demonstrate.' He had decided now was as good a time as any to test the theory of whether Fineki had deliberately put him here, amongst this varied band of people, and recalled in his mind a short series of gestures and words designed to ask the deity to bestow upon a willing recipient "a symbol of protection from those who wish them well", complete with a small visual effect in the form of the corresponding deity's symbol, briefly emblazoned in the air as coloured light. Really, it was just a minor luck charm, designed to put the bearer in more advantageous positions for a few days before fading, but it helped make the holder feel good about themselves, at least. And, conveniently, provided room for even moderately skilled priests to snatch a few coins or trinkets whilst the target was distracted, or to allow their fellows to do so unnoticed.

'Oh, hear me, almighty Seradwyn, mistress of Magic and Passion,' he began, in this case invoking the god of magic's name as the symbol and colour to supply for the blessing - and why not, when he had two mages before him? - 'and in your mercy may I ask that you bestow upon this layperson your protection, that they be defended from the trials that might befall them in the coming times!' As he chanted, he first laid his hands upon the lady's shoulders, before removing them and circling them around her head, then in a rapid spiral pattern a few centimeters from her front- and that would be the point when he'd begin snatching things from a less observant individual, under normal circumstances, though certainly not this time- then the same pattern at the same distance to either side of her and up beyond her head, then again in two straight lines past her front, down then up, before encircling her head once more, moving both hands down to hip level, and clapping them flat together at about nose height, just in front of his own face. When he parted his palms like a flower, with wrists as hinges, he and the two observers ought to be presented with either Seradwyn's holy symbol, in which case he was ready to smirk lightly and whisper 'Ah... it seems the gods are paying attention to us after all. A good sign,'; or to be presented with nothing, in which case he'd simply shrug and say 'Perhaps not this time, then.' Either way, his point about the gods would have been made, and he'd have an answer to his unasked question.

Mere moments after that event, a knight clanked over to them. A female knight, as it happened (how rare), with most likely nothing Sett could reasonably nab without it being missed, just the same as that other soldier. She introduced herself as Dame Maygen Yarwyck, and explained her purpose for being present; Settionne considered greeting her and introducing himself, but for the moment decided to remain silent. Perhaps he might have the others in this party divulge information about themselves that they'd not reveal directly to him, and if not, he could at least gain a tad more information about her before deciding whether or not any attempt to steal from her might be profitable.

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[@The Fated Fallen] may or may not receive a minor blessing of luck for about an in-game week after all that jazz. I'll let [@POOHEAD189] decide whether or not such is the case, since Settionne himself isn't particularly attuned to magic, and I imagine Fineki's pretty fickle when it comes to requests for miracles and suchforth and that. I mean, I imagine most deities are that fickle, but the god of luck in particular.
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