What things I hear about you, love—they teeter at the rim of credibility, and yet, and yet, my dear, I cannot discount them.
You took to the mountains, they say, with your little band of heroes, to drive out a cult or to slay a godling. It took me by surprise. I know your heart, but I never knew you as a fighter; my gloomy mare, I knew you as a coward. Did you stand your ground, or did you cower as your company brought down self righteous justice on the children of the deep?
- Lioness, witch, and warrior priest
- The rambling mare who buries her pain
- Their captain in thrall to pelagian beast
- And the huntress pursuing itinerant game
What can you offer them that you could not give to me?