[Mineal Shade]

There went another person praising Carmelya. Mineal might have been more enthusiastic about the goddess if he had not spent the majority of his life in the harsher landscapes of the western wastes. That country, as far as Carmelya was concerned, had been forgotten and left untouched by the boundless natural wonderment of the goddess's doting. It too made him skeptical of whether it was by any goddess's grace at all or by sheer luck of a drop coin that such things happened, when and why a random event.

Still the calling of that particular goddess's name was slowly becoming normative to the mosat. At least it was better than the druids. A mob of people who could not see a budding plant with anything less than the artistic machination of a brilliant nature architect. Mineal found such plain devotion without what seemed just cause a waste of time. Maybe it was his time spent in N'danosh and the rabble praying to a god without a name. He held Diana above the rest of the pantheon, as all rodenti should. The Mother, the one who delivered their bastard souls from chokehold of darkness. Not that it did them much good, but they were free and that was what was most important.

Mineal blinked his dark eyes at the empire deciding to give Narim up to the Orcs. "There is an army being recruited." He looked up at Virgo when she brought in refreshments and looked down at the food and drink when it was left. His nose wiggled slightly as he sniffed at the food. Deciding it was edible he crossed to the awkwardlt tall table and picked up a small hunk of bread, holding it in his paws as he nibbled on it.

The rodenti turned back to Taurus and waited for the Ranger to continue.