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Eodyth blinked, struggling to keep track of the new situation she had found herself in. Though impulse had led her to decide to help these people - if "people" was even the right word - there were so many and so varied beings in this room alone that taking it all in was taking her some time. After a few seconds, she decided that the best course of action would be to learn as much as possible immediately. Eventually, she would understand it all, and in the meantime, she'd just have to deal with being confused and unable to remember the names of things.

So. The quest. At least that was simple enough. Find the bandits, take their stuff, get back to base. It would probably but not necessarily involve killing the bandits. Presumably, that was where she was meant to come in - most of her useful talents revolved around killing things and not getting killed back. That, and helping others do the same. Speaking of talents, she had been asked to introduce herself and her capabilities.

"I am Eodyth, the Miklagardian goddess of honour, war and death," she said, to whoever might be listening. "Yes, you heard right - you stand in the presence of a deity. You may kneel, if you wish, though I do not require it of you, as this is not a formal occasion. I am a fast, strong, and resilient fighter, and wield two mighty artefacts of my people. Die in my presence, and I will offer you a second chance at life, in my honourable legion, the Glorious Souls."

Eodyth voice was loud and prideful. Little effort was needed to distinguish it from others, now that she had started speaking again.