It was decided the group would make camp and Dim watched as the halfling pulled Anna the Merchant away with her presumably to do some business. She shifted her gaze disinterested with whatever the duo went on to do and rummaged in her for a piece of silver wire and a tiny bell. She didn't really know if this new place she found herself in was wrought with dangers, but she also wasn't about to leave it to chance so she started preparing to cast her [i]alarm[/i] ward around the campsite. One of her ears rotated to acknowledge Alex, the still very wet valkyrie, who was setting off to find them some firewood.

	Dim was about done with the set up for her spell when the tower of a woman returned with a load of lumber on her mighty shoulders. She was not glistening with what seemed to be perspiration from her lumberjack efforts. It accentuated every small muscle, etched on her skin which Dim was unable not to notice with her eye for detail. Her eyes traveled up and down following every minute movement, entranced, as the warrior woman chopped down the wood into smaller pieces. She was brought back from her reverie as Alex spoke.

	[color=badb01]"You follow the Raven Queen then? I have heard of her. She is no goddess of mine. But she seems to be similar to Hel, among the gods I serve."[/color] She went on explaining some about how divinity worked in her world, but proclaimed she was no priest or seer.

	Dim scoffed at the question posed on her. [i]Are diligent followers all you have in your hordes of servants?[/i] The tabaxi asked of her patron. She inclined her head, peering into Alex's eyes. "Follow is not accurate." She explained fishing out a wooden box from her backpack. "Like I said earlier. The Queen and I have a working relationship." The box was opened and from it a small foldable carton board produced with a pouch that sounded like it contained stones. And indeed, Dim carefully upturned the pouch onto the carton board that looked to be squared off into a 13x13 grid. The stones were round and flattened and were of equal amount white and black. The cleric organized them on the board and raised her head to look at Alex. "The Queen has enough followers. I'm more of a..." She squinted her feline eyes, searching for the right word. "... an enforcer." She finished almost ominously.

	As the cleric began moving the stones in unfathomable patterns on the board, she asked: "What do you make of all of this?" She peered at Alex with her peripheral vision. "Do you know of any such occurrence of beings being transported like this? Maybe there are tails of it in your world. Legends or myts?" She pressed on still playing the strange board game of hers, lifting her head sporadically to look at her companion upon every few moves.