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Adarani heard what Mathias said, and, quite frankly, what he mentioned did make sense. Only a deity could defeat a deity, that she realized. Plus, being judged by peers was something that would seem more fair, since it is peers who would relate to a defendant's experiences. However, she did not know what to say. Eventually she shrugged and said. "I honestly have no clue. I mean, I have spent so much trying to helping mortals and guiding the Sacrirans in doing the same that I have not given it much thought." Smiling in embarrassment, she added, "Plus, the fact I consider Ahuv like a son, him being my first creation -even if under very emotional circumstances- kind of puts my thoughts on creator-creation relations into a blur, adding to my confusion on the matter."

The emotional circumstances she was referring to were the moments of the first battle among the Gods, in the old Hall. It was the event where Adarani tearfully pleaded for everyone to stop fighting before somebody was killed, or worse. During the moment where she broke down, her sadness gave way to creating Ahuv.

After saying her piece on the matter of relations between the creators and creations, she glanced downwards out of embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, love, but I can't come to a satisfactory conclusion on the topic."

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Many Templarim in the Valley felt the urge to protect filling their veins, which gave way to those that did joining law enforcement and security branches. Alongside the Valeish Constables worked their Sacriran counterparts, dubbed "Teal Eagles" for their speed and the color they paint their black leather in. As for the Palace Guard, the Templarim who joined in protecting the King's castle were clad in brown leather, using efficient, ancient martial techniques alongside their application of stealth and cleverness to ensure that whatever intruders who meant harm to the royal family were dealt with before they could make it. These Templarim that made up a new branch of the Royal Guard became known as "Brown Dragons", for their expertise on Sacriran Martial Arts marked the pinnacle of what the Pre-Cataclysmic Vitaiim of ancient times hoped to achieve: the defeat of assailants without killing them.

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Marilaiku listened intently to what Kolson said, taking a few sips of her Rejiv Vitalita whiel doing so. A grin entered her features when he spoke of how he liked teaching the Valeish language. "Prestige is overrated. There is an old saying made by Adarani, herself: 'The one who pleases the crowd slowly erodes, as soil does upon contact with water. In such erosion, nothing is left but a scar on the ground where the individual stood.' What that quote means is, the people who focus on pleasing the crowd will eventually lose themselves in that desire due to no exact moral code to follow."

She then laughed a little at the thought of a speech instructor. "A Speech Instructor sounds like a great idea, since I still have this heavy Sacriran accent while speaking Valeish." Another sip, she changed the subject, again. "A lot of what we know of the Pantheon comes from Ahuv, whom, legend has it, is mentally linked to Adarani, which is how they communicate when away from each other." Marilaiku smiled in embarrassment. " Sorry for changing the subject often. My mind sort of goes all over the place, sometimes. Oh well, nobody's perfect."