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

O’menus wasn’t alone in losing interest in the injured soldier. If he didn’t want to play ball with Aureia’s interrogation, then he was all but useless. She listened to his words and absorbed the information she needed, yes, but she knew the words of a misguided fanatic when she heard one. Yes, letting him to bleed out on the ground would be a fitting death for a mortal that dared to challenge and belittle the gods. 

Finally, she could turn and lavish her attention on the waiting priestess, like the rest of her companions already had been. Except, before she could do so, yet another thing happened that precluded her attention. Standing up, like the other gods, a certain [i]activity[/i] among the corpses of the dead mortals caught her eye. Messing with the dead was generally a taboo even among the gods, as already exemplified by the reactions from Alayasana and Trineon—O’Menus was just being as abrasive as ever, yet something about the energy she was feeling made Aureia think the god of the sun had the right of the matter. 

She frowned as one of the corpses began to rise, and then… talk. Yes, there was something strange about this being’s energy. Familiar? Yes. Divine? Maybe.

She gave the being a critical gaze before something clicked. [b]“Eh, haven’t I had tea with you before?”[/b]