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Moments as the prayer ended, the peace of Kavaki and Manethak could be felt, as though speaking directly to the core of her troubles. In her youth, it had taken years of unanswered prayers and questioning if the gods truly cared for their people at all, before succumbing to the will of her creator. Before realizing that the gods were not there to serve, but to be served. Perhaps her faith faltered during captivity, her belief wavering due to a disconnect. This was untrue, as she was aware deep within herself, but doubt can be a powerful evil nonetheless.

The familiar voice of one across the darkened hallway broke the silence, and the Goliath's reverie, as the human known as "Renault" inquired further into the woman's background. Vah'lux was impressed however, that the other allegedly learned something of her race from manuscripts, or perhaps they could have been cave wall paintings, as many tribes long passed have used to document their time in the world. 

Either way, it was a notable quality.

"I traveled from one strange and terrible land to yet another in search of my people." She spoke in an even-toned manner, the accent of her native language heard in each syllable of common. "Where they are, I do not know. Scattered about perhaps." She paused for a moment, allowing a breath to escape. "But, while my purpose in this place is not clear, it is where I need to be."