Questions

Maybe she was being selfish but Voah thought it best that the ill tidings about Islana didn’t come from her own lips especially when she didn’t know the exact circumstances of their attack and subsequent capture.

~Fuck~ she said inwardly, understanding the pain that Gonyaul was feeling as he left the hovel. It was the same feeling that overcame her years ago and blossomed into years of hatred and revenge. In a way she wanted him to feel that undying rage, but at the same time, she wanted to protect him from it. She felt deep down that he was beyond that. She decided to take her mind off of it, or at least not stew in it.

“We haven’t been in the city long but there is something going on here regarding men in dark robes as well as some sort of rebirth for the Ozainae’s alleged immortal prophetess. Do you know anything about them? And have you heard these rumors about Helians killing people?”

"I've been here maybe for two weeks. A bit less maybe." He said moving his shoulder slightly testing her stitching. "Can't say I know much about these people heretic rituals. And the only Helian I have seen before you was the witch." He answered back as the man returned to the room having clearly been crying. Likely the girl had been a friend. Something else maybe he could use for his advantage. The dynamics here were a bit strange. After a short paused he asked a question of his own.
"What are you planning to do with the witch? Whatever it is I want to help."

Gonyaul retook his seat and did his best to muffle his hiccups. He realized he missed part of the conversation while he was outside and remained quiet to catch himself up to speed.

He looked from Alcuin to Voah with a curious gaze. ~Indeed, what was she planning?~ he thought to himself. Was this going to be a moment akin to one step forward and three steps back? Was her response going to be the arbiter resurfaced and cause tension between them.

The question put her in an uncomfortable position with Gonyaul near, but she answered true.

“Suffer not a witch to live, right? But I have found in my experiences, especially here in Arcadia, that the tenet is over-simplistic. Often, where there is one witch, their are more. I have also learned that some people, witch or no, are more useful alive than dead. Many in the Inquisition might not approve of my methods but that’s how I rooted out the V’roni clan in Kru’ll.

In this case, the Helian witch is a willing heretic and she posed an immediate threat. I was compelled to act straightaway. The man that was following me however… if he is a sorcerer, he has more secrets to tell before he meets judgement.”

Malacost took the words in slowly studying the Arbiter. "I still remember the screams of the young girl every night I managed to stalk close to their camp." He said once again invoking memories of pain and suffering of their friend. "I vowed to kill this witch even it it kills me. Swore an oath to the Pillars I will see fulfilled ." He shook his head obviously confused at her words. "I'm not an Arbiter nor do I know of your holy ways. I simply want to know what you plan to do about this heretic and if you plan on helping me in my quest to kill her." He put the question again as it was clear she had tried avoiding answering. Indeed the dynamics of this group were strange and this was not the Arbiter Sahnsuur he had heard about. Something wasn't right...