[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]
It seemed that they were doomed to keep fighting. Katia frowned at the proclamation that words meant little in this realm, that all they knew was claw and steel. This sort of blind hatred for reason was one of the aspects of humanity that drove her ever forward to find a place of calm. This world would never be that place as long as they held combat over discussion in all things. In her mind, this was the height of stupidity, possibly what caused the influx of shadows in the first place.

She was about to retort when Theodore took her spot, claiming never to be a pawn to mindless conflict, yet showing his own zealous hypocrisy when pledging himself to the same. The tabaxi lay a calming hand on the ranger's shoulder. [color=ed1c24]"I believe that [i]is[/i] what this world wishes us to do: be Champions of Light to balance the overwhelming forces of Darkness. In showing our zeal for the Light, we will drive back the Shadows to where they should have been all along. Do our paths not align? His end goal may be different than ours, but the way of achieving it is all the same."[/color]

Blinded by one's own religion, purified by Light to the point where all else seemed impure. This was why Katia never cared to partake in the worship of any one deity. Even now with the words of her patron weighing on her, she wondered that she was the one chosen. Never had she shown dedication or passion for any one thing for long, asides perhaps her sporadic monastic training. But now that she was forced on this path regardless if her own will, would that be forced to change? Katia lightly patted the Ranger's shoulder before removing her hand and hoping Theodore would not test the paladin's description of the combative nature of this place. 

[@Hekazu]