[center][h1][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1196625][color=ed1c24]Katia Lei [/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/HwPQQ6N.png[/img][/url][/h1][/center][hr]
Bringing balance between the Light and Darkness... was that truly why they ended up in this world tainted by shadow? As a monk, Katia had been trained in the importance of balance: to center oneself was the ultimate goal. Only then could one achieve enlightenment. Balance was something Katia had always struggled with, however. There was always something pulling her forward to the next place, the next goal. It had only been recemtly, when Katia had stayed with Wick in her place, that Katia's insatiable wanderlust had temporarily been quelled. 

The balance that this [i]Green Man[/i] spoke of was a type that Katia had never truly considered before. Darkness, of course, was dispersed by light, but the deepest darknesses were made more stark by the presence of light; a bonfire at night would dim the stars, and made one night-blind to the threats beyond its reach. Likewise, darkness made the light more poignant; a candle shines brighter at night than in the light of the sun. 

Add to this, Katia's task was not to create more light in the darkness, but to split the flame between the pillars. Perhaps with the right incantations, a second flame may have been possible, but the question then would be why? Where would the shadows have retreated to when faced by the brilliance of day from all sides? 

And so, despite the words being said might be thought of as a form of treachery to some of the more devout among them, the words made sense to Katia. [color=ed1c24]"Why could we not have talked this over without a fight and save us all the time and hassle?"[/color] Katia asked, still unsure whether this paladin were on their side or just a neutral arbiter of their fates. She at least would have listened. Perhaps in this world of constant conflict, diplomacy was a lost art.