The grizzly old man's jovial smile of glee sank into an everlasting frown of sadness upon his face. He heard the woman who was bound to the ground in front of him spill her story, and in a few ways Ursaren felt like he and her have had a similar run. With a heavy sigh, the priest placed his hand on the shoulder of the bound woman and began to speak with a serious tone, one that would help influence the wisdom of his speech into the poor knight's head. Hopefully she'd be able to hear his words and take them to her heart.

[b]"You have had a similar past to me, my disheartened warrior. I know the sorrows that you have experienced as well, as I was split away from my old party about 40 or so years ago. I understand how you feel, being hopeless and alone, like there is nothing and was nothing you could do to stop what you ave happened. I know this, and I want to help you push through the bad times you are feeling now, and allow you to grow as both a warrior, and a person. I can only do this, however, if you want to try and get over these bad feelings as well. So what say you, miss..."[/b] Ursaren waited for her name.