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	The townspeople stared at Benea with wide eyes. The sun was high in the sky, the summer wind was carrying heat through the grass and the insects were buzzing along the son of birds. An azure blue stretched behind fluffy clouds and not a single thing seemed out of place, except for Benea and what she had just done.

	Benea was sitting on a simple wooden chair with a knotted and arced back and plump cushioned rear with knob pattern legs. She had one of her own legs crossed so that she could rest an elbow on her knee, but instead of doing such a thing she sat straight up, her elbows nearly as high as her shoulders while she sipped on a porcelain cup.

	“Did you just?” An elderly woman droned in astonisment. Every single townsperson ringed the goddess and if not for the intervention of the paladins, they might have even swarmed her as she sat in the meadows, uncaring.

	“Oh please speak plainly, sweetness.” Benea chastized over her steaming cup of tea. “If you mean to ask if I had solved your problem of invaders, then yes I have. Quite refeshing isn’t it?”

	A pause.

	“You know what?” Benea placed her tea on it’s plate and retired it to a spot right above her lap. Everyone leaned in. “Oh nevermind, it slipped my mind.” 

	A sharp nasally laught. “Silly me.” 

	Everyone leaned out.

	“Oh wait!”

	Leaned in.

	“Oh no…”

	“What manner of divine are you?” A rough young man suddenly asked, Benea’s chamomile eyes snapping to him so quick he fell on his ass. Benea flicked her wrist and the cup and plate she was holding burst into fine dust which then disolved in the breeze. Standing up, the chair under Benea unraveled itself until it was nothing. 

	Taking her time, Benea walked over to the man who was now staring up at her from his fallen position, mouth agape and a linger look of fear on his face. Benea curled the sweetest grin, but somehow it only deepend the fearful lines on the man’s visage. Clasping her hands by her waist and ensuring her shadow completely devoured the man, the goddess finally spoke.
	“I’m none other than Benea, a goddess who asked nothing of you and yet have already done so much. Isn’t it grand? Knowing I’m out there, working for you in the wake of all that has happened and will happen. I stand for true order, not whatever selfish dribble was spilled into the ears of your countrymen. I ask nothing of you.”

	Sharp stares met Benea’s words and a trilling laugh came from the goddess once again. “Oh come now, even if you don’t agree with me, you can at least find a shrivel of joy in knowing you won’t be the chew toy of some strange man-eating weasels and their grizzly leader.”

	A soft chorus of agreement, only to be interupted by a young boy just entering his fuzz years pushing to the fore. All eyes snapped on the boy as he ran towards Benea, only to stop at her feet and look up with anxiety. Benea looked back down at the boy, an unamused glare turning into a polite smile. “Oh?” Was all she offered.

	“I have a confession.” The boy huffed.

	Silence overtook the people and Benea raised a brow.

	“Boy…” someone warned. 

	“A few of us… well not many of us.”

	“Boy!” The warning came again.

	“Go on, dear,” Benea’s stare blocked the sun itself.

	“Set out to free Anak’thas. Not just us too, but some other villages…. I-”

	The boy’s words were silenced when Benea put a hand on his shoulder. Everyone stood still, no one breathed. A sense of dread overcame the townspeople, but Benea’s grin did not faulter. Time grinded down to hour long seconds as Benea leaned down towards the boy and then all at once it happened.

	Benea placed the smallest, gentlest kiss upon the boy’s forehead, a small mark of pinkish red stamping in the spot of the kiss. Straightening out, Benea spoke. “Thank you for your bravery, little one.” Everyone exhaled.

	Meek, the boy wrung his hands. “You aren’t mad?”

	“How could I be? You’ve all been fed so many lies and led to self-destruction. I cannot blame you for your mistakes. Though now I can only assume if the maddened god was released that he will soon come to take his node back and with it he will likely bring war. Do you know what that means, dear?”

	Everyone shook their heads.

	“It means a lot of people will be slaughtered in the cross-fire, of course,” Benea answered matter-of-factly. “Especially if I take a strong stand right here, but do you know what?”

	Everyone shook their heads.

	“I’m not a maddened god. I’ll instead prepare safe-passage west for those who want to flee the oncoming slaughter. The siblings of the orderly alliance reign in the west, and with them is peace. Take my kiss upon your heads, and heed the other villages. No one need be here when war hits. I bless you with the speed to do so and thank you for your honesty.”

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The townspeople of the previously besieged town interact with Benea until one of them fesses up and tells her about the plot to free Anak’thas. Instead of becoming upset, Benea thanks them for their honesty and blesses them with super speed so they can warn the other towns of the oncoming war and promises of safety in the west. Some super speedies join Benea’s entourage, while the paladins present are also subjected to the group blessing, including Jermane.
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3 might from the quiz

3 might spent on blessing a population with super speed. These people bear Benea’s kiss upon their foreheads and move with extreme agility and speed.


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