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Eleos did not sit, recognizing the effort as useless as it would then have to stand up again. These little gestures mortals made were rather pointless. The albino stood there motionlessly, arms hanging limply by its sides as they were unneeded at the moment. It possessed the patience of ages, though it did not take lightly to its time being wasted, not when it could be doing something useful instead... such as eradicating evil.
When the senior Thaumaturgist apperared, Eleos stared at her for a long moment, deciding to believe what it was seeing, and assumed that the Thelyri woman was indeed the best white Mage available at the Temple. Its unblinking pink eyes scanned her face and added to Eleos' growing repository of faces. It was part of its training, to distinguish these mortals that might all look alike at a first glance. One could not go about killing the wrong target, after all.
As the priestess asked the white-robed figure what she could assist it with, the Grace replied mechanically. "I am Eleos the Grace," it spoke clearly, its common devoid of inflections or dialects, its speech coming straight out of the textbook. Grammar was Law, too. "Fourteenth Circle, Judicator type, enforcer of the Sacred Three. My mandate is to eradicate evil in all of its forms, anywhere, at any time."
"The abilities of my natural form have been sealed," Eleos explained, trying to provide the minimum of information that this mortal might need in order to be of help. "It is reasonable to assume that the nature of this lock is permanent, but it is severely impacting my ability to carry out my duties. In cases such as this, our directive is to contact practitioners of Thaumaturgy as our preferred contacts in the world of man. My highest priority at this time is to master the workings of this shell of flesh, and secondly to resume full service as a Judicator." It did not ask please or say thanks. Such social niceties were still lost on Eleos right now, not because it wanted to be rude, but simply because they were superfluous.
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