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‘God’. The word permeated through this world, a concept with many forms, each utterance denoting a different intent among bearer to bearer. Most commonly, within her travels, it had been used to refer to a particular manner of deity, or merely the concept of one. Here, in this country, it was spoken as if it were a battle cry, a rallying glory, a reverent declaration. It was somewhat admirable a trait, she supposed distantly, the strength of their convictions within their religious beliefs. But it was also a reckless concept that frayed the world in the hands of some its bearers. As she bore witness to the flaring, condescending bearing and light of the holy man before her, she easily recognized him as some of that number who allowed their religion to push them beyond logic.

However, no hint of this was displayed in her willowy frame, posture tall and neutral. No trace of any manner of emotion was conveyed through the position of her body, motionless body a perfect companion to the smooth rigidity of her mask. A small curl of emotion stirred within her mind at the spiteful conjuration of pain upon one of the others set with this punishment, but her frozen posture remained untouched. Tiraesoleit stood with the disquieting, eerie calm seen by those who viewed silence as emptiness, nothingness, a void, rather than a tranquil resting.
They were tasked to kill a woman who had offered alleged slights against the nation. Easily, her plan formed without any full intent. She would accompany the others who were charged this task as punishment, and find evidence as to whether or not Nemonus, this 'witch', was indeed so grave a threat to completely warrant bringing about her demise. Part of her strained against even considering the thought, citing that whether an individual should die is not in her own hands, but was quieted and separated with a counter-argument so practiced it bordered upon instinctive. If there was even a flicker of doubt as to whether or not she should take part in this, she would merely slip from this country as easily as a shadow and take her journeys elsewhere. It was a vaguely solid structure, but it was enough to satiate her need to prepare for now.

Obviously, due to the fact this matter was a punishment and not a job, they were given no matter of information concerning where they might locate this woman, and no offer of resources to assist them. Silently, she observed the others, gauging the impressions given by their physical appearance and demeanor, and also the small responses offered by the paladin that were directed to some of their number. Only after the man of the cloth had left and the others began to interact did she make any response, moving towards the insectoid creature, remaining at a polite distance. She had encountered some similar to him before, some of his own kind. Quietly, tentatively, she made a small connection to his mind, formatting her thoughts to words. They were soft and muted, like shadows upon the edge of a glade. “Apologies for intruding the privacy of your mind without proper indication.” The almost automatic phrase was something she oft repeated when requiring communication with others not of her own kind. “Do you bear any manner of injury from the paladin? Your exterior appears unaffected, and your demeanor has only mildly shifted with no signs of continued pain, but I cannot be completely sure there is no lasting mark through distant observation alone.”