A lost soul? Caedwyn had heard of spirits and deities interacting with the mortal realm, but he didn't have much experience with such things. When the other male moved closer Caedwyn's body tensed. Was he moving for a strategic position or simply moving away from the 'soul' they'd seen? Well, sort of seen. Caedwyn hadn't really seen it. It was more of a glimmer, like a ripple on a pond or a reflection across a shiny piece of metal. He wondered if the other could see it more clearly than he did. He breathed, relaxing a little as the other circled and appeared to be looking him over. The male asked about Caedwyn's search again but Caedwyn was definitely more interested in this lost soul business. "That would make sense," Caedwyn commented thoughtfully. "I suppose you could say I hold a connection with death. I am a servant of our Lady of Death herself, the goddess Tsillah." His golden eyes watched the stranger carefully, watching for any hint of a reaction at the statement. He hadn't smelled Verdantis on this wolf, but that didn't mean the stranger wasn't a filthy Ohr worshipper. "Have you heard of her? ... Tsillah?" --- Perception: Success: Caedwyn notices something of your choice Fail: Caedwyn notices nothing Speech. |
-- diceroll