Character Name: Rachel Backe
Status: Pensive

Rachel softened after hearing out Bromann, the confidence in her speech becoming more apparent as she spoke more clearly. [color=beige]"That's an admirable goal. I'm sure my family would have loved to reach out and help you, we provide support and cozy homes for those struggling with money and debt. Perhaps if you would allow me, I would help you bring more home for your people."[/color] She smiled.

When the conversation shifted to her focus, her expression dropped in an instant. [color=beige]"Oh, please. I wish I knew myself."[/color] She started with a small sigh, [color=beige]"I was living my life in peace, tending to the garden and feeding our animals, then things happened. Next thing I know, I was far away from home with no way to make contact."[/color] The way she said all these things under a thin veil of vagueness, she's clearly being coy about the details of her situation. Skirting around the truth of what actually happened, whether she's doing it consciously or not. Sounds rang in her head, but she could not make out just what it was.

She put her hand on her head as she began to re-articulate her deeply confusing thoughts.

[color=beige]"There's a presence I've been feeling that'd been following me ever since. Giving me words of reassurance that I will be guided and protected from danger. I thought it to be our god or an avatar of his, for I know nothing else would remain with me even after disaster or death, but..."[/color] She closed her mouth in the middle of the sentence, her mind going somewhere else, thinking of the people she'd left behind and feeling as if she'd abandoned them. [color=beige]"...I'm not quite so sure myself if this is the right place to be. If I'm fit for it."[/color] That was a bit of a lie, she remembered what she saw at the hearth. How the flame burst to send sparks sprinkling her way, leaving her something to remember that she had then engraved. 

Perhaps the small shelter of fire in the middle of white tundra following her near-death experience in the snow was exactly where she's meant to be, but why? Why was she so compelled to follow it if she doesn't know if it was her god? Wouldn't it be sinful to pray to anything other than her god even in the most dire of situations? Guilt welled up in her chest, and to that she asked herself internally, [i]what else could she have done?[/i] She was scared, and this wasn't the first time she'd deserted her own faith.

At the corner of her eye she spotted another human wandering within the walls, someone she hadn't noticed before. Had they been on the wagon with the rest of them, or did they sneak in overnight? Though her eyes pointed towards them, she chose not to say anything about it.

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