Arienne stared at High Arcanite Deena with calm eyes, the rise and fall of her chest beating a rhythmic beat as she prepared herself for another exchange.
After witnessing Bishop Maels's horrendous actions earlier on in the afternoon, she had immediately known that lingering in his company for even a moment longer could have put her in an even more precarious position than she was currently in. To think that the famous bishop that had sent ripples throughout the continent with his recent achievements was actually a traitor to the church and the faith that they upheld. She still couldn't believe what she had witnessed in that desolate little glade; a bishop of the church, taking the initiative to summon a demon?
