[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
The room was settling down, and although the church staff were tidying up (with even a few of the warriors pitching in) and generally resuming their business, Viranti could tell he had went a measure too far. But at the same time, he had difficulty imagining the situation resolving in any other way. He didn't rot in prison for decades, get abducted just when his freedom was in sight and be dragged into some absurd conflict just to be harassed by some soulless machine. Everyone else didn't seem to want to confront him though, which wasn't what he expected, but he'd take it. He pondered over what the Oracle said. It didn't sound like he had much of a choice if a pointless death was to be avoided. The thought of deities having such a hold on his or anyone's life disgusted him.

In the end, he figured that if he had already been away from his people [i]this[/i] long, however long this quest was wouldn't make a huge difference. And by the time he gets back home, he could say he defeated gods. They'll be amazed possibly, after he tries to explain what they are of course. The dragonute didn't care about being a hero, but this quest sounded like a formidable challenge.

"Very well, Oracle. What must we do first?" He cautiously broke away from the wall and, after seeing that the pews weren't suited for him, decided to stand closer to the group, arms still crossed. His sense of smell was returning to him, the perfume finally clearing out of his nostrils. The old man that greeted him stank of blood, and about two others smelled odd. Overall, the rush of scents was a fair shock to the senses, that he rode through as subtly as he could. Still, it didn't help his headache in the slightest, so he had to keep some distance.