A Matter of Faith - part II

Boudica explains how they encountered her when they received a report about raging wild animals attacking local loggers. (Read it here)

After hearing the description, Barns replies, "She doesn't sounds as what I feared & searching for, but more of a nature spirit."

Boudica thanks Sirilia for her reply and looks to her companions. "More fey trouble? I wonder if we angered them with the hags?"

The hags got their just desserts. If they want more, I say bring it on.
As far as a murderer on the loose, I’ll do what I can to help. But as I stated before, I won’t put myself out to clear an accused child killing priest, without due cause and reasonable evidence to counter.

Boudica replies, "You think I want to rush to defend the Thyatian Church? Hardly. But I got the sense that was amiss when we spoke to the priest, and I believe Moryana's mice that thought the killer may have looked like the priest, but smelled wrong. I dunno. It doesn't set well with me. And to be clear, I don't much care about the priest; but if there is a chance that a child murderer is still free, well... I can't let that stand."

"I just think we should be on the lookout for any other evidence is all. And if I don't have anything more pressing, I might poke round a bit about it, though I don't really know how I'd do that. Maybe consider motive? Who benefits by the murder? Hmm."

Miyana takes a drink. "I don't recall, was the accused Thyatian or Traladaran?"

Boudica replied, "A Thyatian priest."

"The Traladarans," Miyana answers Boudica. "One less Thyatian. But there is something to be said for Thea's opinion," she says, guessing what the young woman was thinking. "A sage once said that all things considered equal, the simplest explanation is often the correct one." But Miyana knew that Moryana could speak with animals, and assumed that the mice had no reason to lie (and quite frankly, she doubted that Moryana was capable of telling a lie). She strained her brain to think of a creature she knew of that could duplicate a specific person so perfectly.

William Winter checks into his room at ye ole inn. Once inside, he closes the door behind him, and locks it.
He kneels at his bed, and closes emerald eyes tight. I am Halav, he utters quietly. More than once. Affirming truth, and putting the words deeply into his spirit.

He lays the two-handed sword on the bed, and gazes down at it. He (Sighs), props the sword on the side of his bed opposite the door, and prepares to go to sleep.

With a dagger by his side.

Miyana sits impassively, listening to Boudica's prayers for revelation. I'll be mildly surprised if Petra and Halav give a damn about our problems.

Will

"Where is your army, Halav?" The tall ghostly figure materializes as soon as Will sets his sword by the bed

"The beastmen’s numbers swell with each passing night, the signs of their coming is all around you. You must send out the call. Forge arms and armour. Strengthen your forts. Prepare your people for the day of judgment, for it comes sooner than you think!"

Barns replies back, "Let me know when."

He holds out his continue light rock to him if he feels it might help, "If you need fast light."

Boudica nods in agreement with Thea’s suggestion. "Yes we should visit the mage guild master tomorrow. That’s a good idea."