Lucy's magnificent rod (Lucy)

[Corwin]

"It feels right?" Lucy answers with a question of her own, shrugging lightly. "Why do you... heal, I presume?"

[Anastasia]

"It is the right thing to do," Priest says, "It is my calling, my purpose and my duty."

[Corwin]

"I sort of feel the same way," Lucy muses, "except without a moral imperative. But knowledge does call for me!"

She sneaks a glance at the now-named Mei as she speaks.

[Anastasia]

Mei is still in prayer, head bowed.

"Mei is devout in her prayers," Priest says quietly, "Let us not disturb her any further," he says, starting to walk away.

[Corwin]

Nodding, Lucy follows with a wave at the strange but nice and silent girl.

[Anastasia]

Soon enough you've left Mei behind. "Even amid those rare few of your kind who choose a better way, I have not seen any great interest in piety," Priest observes.

[Corwin]

"Don't you think it's kind of mutual-- ah, I'm sorry, I never caught your name?"

[Anastasia]

"Priest," Priest replies as you walk back towards busier parts of the courtyard.

[Corwin]

"Right. So then, Mister Priest, do you understand why someone like me might feel unwelcome in certain situations? I don't think I had much say in how I came to be, and yet it seems like the first thing anyone would say to me. If their race defines all celestials, why is there so much distinctiveness between them? So why would mine matter before all else?"

[Anastasia]

"I would dissent on a few points," Priests says, "Unless you were spontaneously created as a succubus - and I cannot rule that out as it does happen - you lived a mortal life that lead you to the Abyss. That would indicate you had your way on how you came to be." Priest keeps a steady pace up, talking as you walk the courtyard, coming close and passing by a detachment of elven troops practicing archery. "The second is a mixed bun inevitable bag. I say it joyfully, as a succubus who has become more is a good thing, one less thrall for the Abyss and everything vile it represents. Others say it with wariness, for they have been scarred by fiends of all stripes. Succubi are notorious, for better and for worse."

[Corwin]

"That's a good point," Lucy muses. "Of course I don't know what happened and have no real interest in finding out, so I suppose it shall have to remain a mystery?" She gestures about herself vaguely. "Still, again, a good point. However, why would I be drawn to priesthood? I would inevitably be surrounded by people who would look down on me for my potential past life's sins or view me with distrust. Essentially, I would not be wanted."

[Anastasia]

Priest smiles slightly at this, "A first impression is to be overcome. How many have we met poorly and ultimately become friends with? How many of ourselves have proven ourselves with hidden depths? Appeal earnestly and love and wisdom, and you will find them in the fullness of time."

[Corwin]

"I know enough about me to tell that wisdom's not exactly one of my strength," Lucy admits. "No more than the average person."

[Anastasia]

Priest leads you into the temple of the Triune, the air fresh with the scent of plants. "Then forge a personal relationship with a suitable deity and petition to be chosen by them, favored above others. Such magics suit the charismatic soul well. With that will come sufficient wisdom."

[Corwin]

"Not going to suggest your own?" Lucy asks in genuine curiosity.