Irriari turned her head slightly. This Symenestra was nothing like the ones she had met in Kalinor. Her words were focused on travel, while most of the Symestra in Kalinor cared for the Harvest. Did this woman not wish to have children? ‘There are many types of Symenstra, just as there are many types of zith. You left the colony too.’ Her thoughts placated her unease for the moment, but they did little to answer the numerous questions she had for the woman. She ignored the woman’s first statement. Irriari had no interest in a Symenestra’s version of evil. Irriari knew what evil was.
“That was kind of them.”
Irriari paused, wondering if she could recruit the woman to the way and will of Rhysol.
“You should consider Ravok. Rhysol is a merciful god, and Ravok is a wonderful city to live in. There’s even free medical care for citizens. If they let me become one, I’m sure you could too, if you wished it.”
Irriari knew her argument was hardly convincing, but she wasn’t a rhetorician. Even the commander had picked up on that.
“That was kind of them.”
Irriari paused, wondering if she could recruit the woman to the way and will of Rhysol.
“You should consider Ravok. Rhysol is a merciful god, and Ravok is a wonderful city to live in. There’s even free medical care for citizens. If they let me become one, I’m sure you could too, if you wished it.”
Irriari knew her argument was hardly convincing, but she wasn’t a rhetorician. Even the commander had picked up on that.