'The name is Settionne, dear Lady, of no particular title save the shorthand "Sett". But dare I say, 'tis a shame for the gods to disregard a woman of such fine moral standing as yourself,' Sett declared as he began to lace up her armour as needed. 'I admit, I am only marginally aware of the Guardian Order, for I have not often found time to discuss current matters over the books and sermons of old, you know how it is with us priests, but a bane of Demons, Poverty and Famine? I can hardly say I've heard a more ringing endorsement in my life! And going by your own obvious battles against their sort, well, I'd assume you are nothing less than noble in thought and deed.'

Incidentally, the need to reattach the Lady Jezebeth's armour to her person gave him a perfect opportunity to scan through her other equipment for anything valuable. Other than the armour itself and the amulet round her neck- he dare not attempt to remove this, knowing how she'd reacted to the Elves when they'd tried their hand at its removal- she possessed two waterskins, a pipe and satchel smelling strongly of herbs, and a backpack that seemed full to the brim with a great many valuable goods. Were he to pilfer more than a handful of its contents, she'd likely notice within moments putting it back on, and wouldn't that just be a bad way to have his allegiance outed?

'But needless to say,' he continued, seeing an opportunity to get on her good side quickly, 'the loss of your Order's members is a grave and tragic blow to the forces of good in this world, and I am very sorry for the losses you have suffered. Trust, however, that such was not your fault in any way.' And in fairness, the sheer bad luck- or incompetence, but he chose to believe the team's newest ally was not quite so useless as that- needed for an entire Order of trained knights to be slain almost to a man ensured that one extra person would hardly make a difference to the outcome, perhaps even implied divine wrath of some sort... hmm. Now that train of thought [i]did[/i] raise some good questions. For later, obviously.

'Sometimes, of course, we are tested for our faith, in hard and distressing manners,' he droned on, taking a page from one of the more common sermons Dineki's faithful directed toward the poor people of Vrettonia, 'but failure of faith is only confirmed when one first fails to do their best work in rising above such times. Naturally, I can only imagine that you and yours did their utmost to save themselves and their companions, and if that is the case, then you need not feel shame, for they will have earned their rightful and just places in the life after this one, as shall you if you but maintain your own faith.' If, indeed, such an afterlife existed, because so far as he was aware, no god had ever confirmed or denied that such places existed. And say no such place existed, or that many afterlives existed; what, then, happened to the souls of mortals when they passed, particularly if they divided their faith between multiple deities as the Vrettonian race of Man oft did? These were the sorts of practical questions that Fineki encouraged, or at least the particular sect of Fineki's faith that Settionne the Inconsiderate hailed from. Perhaps your afterlife was chosen by random chance, or even Fineki himself? Or perhaps he ought to pay attention to whatever response Jezebeth was about to give, because he'd be damned if he missed a word that came from her luscious form when she was talking to him.

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