Cybil talks to a crowd of Ilmatari faithful and others that come to hear.
"Some have said that the Triumvirate is tucked away in a comfortable city Temple somewhere. You know this isn't the case. We know the matter is much more subtle than that. There are Ilmatari here in Sestra, and many of us are here, out everyday, getting our hands just as dirty as you. We are helping you rebuild your lives. Do we have the right, or do we expect to have the right to tell you what to do?" She pauses, looking at those around. "Of course we don't. As with any religion, we are her to advise, and guide. Can we keep people from signing up to hazardous and potentially deadly situations? No. We understand you need money to survive in the future."
"Instead of offering you token handouts, we have been by your side since soon after your initial exile from your own town. The Red Blades took you into Mirakus Post, and defended you. You're own Corsairs helped them. We came to you in peace, and offered you help in your time of need, and you've picked yourselves up; we didn't do that for you, we offered a hand, and helped you find the inner strength you needed to survive. Hold onto that strength still and remember who it was the helped reclaim your town."
"The Legion," again she waits for the grumblings to die down. "You felt abandoned, alone and cut off from the rest of Sundren, but they came to your aid in force. The Red Blades, they helped you flee the Wort and protected you from the army that came. Many Adventurers risked their lives to exterminate the army; druids and rangers came out of the Virdale on hearing the call. And they gracious Thayans sent two able wizards." From the sound of her voice it is difficult to tell wether the last sentence is meant as a compliment or a critisim.
"We will survive with our own solutions if need be; I have made this town my home now, you are my family, and I will continue to help and aid you as any good daughter would." She quietly gets down and offers the attendees a small meal and gathering.
"Some have said that the Triumvirate is tucked away in a comfortable city Temple somewhere. You know this isn't the case. We know the matter is much more subtle than that. There are Ilmatari here in Sestra, and many of us are here, out everyday, getting our hands just as dirty as you. We are helping you rebuild your lives. Do we have the right, or do we expect to have the right to tell you what to do?" She pauses, looking at those around. "Of course we don't. As with any religion, we are her to advise, and guide. Can we keep people from signing up to hazardous and potentially deadly situations? No. We understand you need money to survive in the future."
"Instead of offering you token handouts, we have been by your side since soon after your initial exile from your own town. The Red Blades took you into Mirakus Post, and defended you. You're own Corsairs helped them. We came to you in peace, and offered you help in your time of need, and you've picked yourselves up; we didn't do that for you, we offered a hand, and helped you find the inner strength you needed to survive. Hold onto that strength still and remember who it was the helped reclaim your town."
"The Legion," again she waits for the grumblings to die down. "You felt abandoned, alone and cut off from the rest of Sundren, but they came to your aid in force. The Red Blades, they helped you flee the Wort and protected you from the army that came. Many Adventurers risked their lives to exterminate the army; druids and rangers came out of the Virdale on hearing the call. And they gracious Thayans sent two able wizards." From the sound of her voice it is difficult to tell wether the last sentence is meant as a compliment or a critisim.
"We will survive with our own solutions if need be; I have made this town my home now, you are my family, and I will continue to help and aid you as any good daughter would." She quietly gets down and offers the attendees a small meal and gathering.
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