Beatrix shook her head with a smile as she moved past the commander of the Snow Leopards. While a Goddess and thus rightly demanding her respect, no self respecting Luvalonian would consider themselves a child of Rofella. The Goddess of War and Peace commanded a portfolio that created a comparison which perpetuated the horror the Luvalons so determinedly resisted. However, she wasn’t summoned for a debate on theology. There were more important issues on the table so she held her tongue. Beatrix instead focused on the smug look that crossed the woman’s face. The hieromancer liked the look, much nicer than what she expected, so she decided to try and keep it on the commander’s face.

The resulting discussion, detailing the disaster that befell their would be comrades and seeing the horror that slaughtered them, filled her with determination. They would find this Goddess and end these atrocities and Beatrix would lead a contingent to each of these nations to help them rebuild. She sent a silent prayer to them. Her considerations were cut short when a hulking creature stomped in. 

[b]“Well met Kharne! When we have a chance, you should have a drink with my men and I. No doubt you have a myriad stories to tell!”[/b] Beatrix clapped him on his… she meant to hit his arm but only reached his wrist. [b]“And I would love to hear them all!”[/b]

[b]“My forces are best used on the frontlines. Our enemies will break against our shields and wards. They will buckle beneath our wills and chains.”[/b] Beatrix explained. [b]“Our magic allows us to control vast portions of the battlefield or even quarantine enemies. Our forces may be small but our shields count for three more.[/b]”