As Jezebeth was listening in on the conversation regarding the dragon, she had put on her helmet for convenience sake, though she knew that there were a few among the elves who would like to harm her, some for petty and personal reasons, and others still for suspecting her to be some fell creature - to them, she thought that they need to grow a new pair of eyes.

The knight was in contemplation when another of the group introduced himself: [color=khaki]"Forgive my earlier shyness. I'm an Eru'Dai. Perhaps the EverGod favors you, and sees fit to guide you in a more mysterious way than most of the lesser Gods. It's a great honor, I'd say."[/color]

[color=Silver]Another holy man?[/color] Was Jezebeth's first impression. Settionne was a priest, Ursaren possibly another, if not just a healer, while this other member here was a warrior monk. Had there been no mention of a dragon, Jezebeth would have thought that she had been inducted into a group of pilgrims on a quest to some obscure southlander holy site.

[color=Silver]"Perhaps,"[/color] Jezebeth agreed half-heartedly, offhandedly. If it was the EverGod's way of testing her, of leading her to some ultimate destiny, it was surely the most bitter and foul of journeys yet, for her previous trials hadn't necessitated the death of a hundred servants of good, nor put her in such emotional strain that she had felt like falling on her own sword. [color=Silver]"You are forgiven, Eru'Dai. A band of elves fighting for the forces of good is surely more trustworthy than their captive, even one so mistakenly apprehended."[/color]

Looking down at her crossbow, she saw that she was constantly readjusting her grip. Jezebeth knew she was nervous, standing around so many strangers she had never tested nor scrutinised for demonic influences and demonhood, and among elves who might want to do unsavoury things to her, but also that she had never had her nerves broken before. The knight had seen brothers and sisters trembling and babbling like infants after battles too close and too bloody before, and she had never understood them until now.

Occasionally, her left hand, which was holding tightly on her crossbow, would tremble uncontrollably, triggered by the sound of horses or the stray noise of metal grinding on metal. It would be some time before she had found herself again.

[color=Silver]"I know nothing about divine plans, but I think it is a greater honour to meet you. Had your group not arrived, I might not have lived to tell the tale of my fellow knights' bravery, much less to avenge them in some way. Is that what you offer, Eru'Dai? A way for me to atone for my sin of failure?"[/color]

Jezebeth's gaze wavered to settle on Settionne for a second, and from what she could tell, the priest seemed to be giving her an expectant, pitiful look when the subject of horsemanship was brought up. But that would be a subject for later.

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