[h3]Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth, [/h3][i]and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck[/i]

Finding her pending answer taking longer than she’d liked from the time goddess, Aureia’s short attention span flitted to the unconscious soldier at the direction of Ashte. That was good. She would have been a little more than annoyed if they’d accidentally killed them all before getting any information whatsoever.

It was nice that the O’Menus did the whole waking the mortal shtick for her, so all she had to do was approach the man as he awoke, pointing her umbrella at his jugular as she demanded some questions. “Hello~ I’m Aureia,” she greeted, taking on a friendly, flippant affectation in contrast to O’Menus’s… skewering of his ankle. If the sun god so liked, they could play good cop, bad cop. “How are you? I’m having a great day, myself. It’s nice to be back after ten thousand years. You, on the other hand, look like you’re having a no good, terrible day. Probably the worst day in your life, [i]so far[/i], I’d assume. I doubt you’d want to make it worse, either. But see, the thing is, we need answers, so let’s talk.”

She drew back the umbrella, but kept the big stick nearby. Regardless of how the man reacted, she pressed forward bluntly with what was more or less an interrogation, her own mood growing impatient again as she realized the priestess was awakening. “So! Tell me your name and where you hail from. Let’s start with who are you, why are you here, who is your liege, who is the ‘Holy Emperor’ of Durma, and who is the Flower Priestess,” she prompted. 

“Oh! And who is the knight whose sword is in your ankle right now? Important detail, almost forgot that.”