Her speech was about as flowery as certain members of the clergy back home, too, but at the very least she seemed genuine in her words. So, this woman was reaching out to strangers on Emerald Avenue, risking public ridicule (and the occasional sword) in hopes of... illuminating their lives with the Twelve's radiance? For all the time Miryn had spent in Ul'dah and the wide range of people she'd met, she couldn't count many noble or selfless souls among them. It was just so strange to bump into one on the street.
Miryn's frown softened in favor of a furrowed brow instead. "I suppose your intentions are as good as any, if not the approach."
She glanced at the crowd gathered around the fountain, finding a few expectant stares. Yes, the woman had asked her a question - a very direct question that, in an unguarded moment, had stabbed straight to Miryn's core. Perhaps someone less grim would've happily shared their praises or shortcomings in regards to the Twelve, but Miryn was in no such mood. And certainly not with an audience watching.
She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I say my prayers, and pay my tithes. You know us sellswords; with danger breathing down our necks every day, it doesn't hurt to have the favor of a powerful friend in your pocket. Sometimes the Twelve listen, and sometimes they don't. Can't blame them, that's just the way it is."
Miryn's frown softened in favor of a furrowed brow instead. "I suppose your intentions are as good as any, if not the approach."
She glanced at the crowd gathered around the fountain, finding a few expectant stares. Yes, the woman had asked her a question - a very direct question that, in an unguarded moment, had stabbed straight to Miryn's core. Perhaps someone less grim would've happily shared their praises or shortcomings in regards to the Twelve, but Miryn was in no such mood. And certainly not with an audience watching.
She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I say my prayers, and pay my tithes. You know us sellswords; with danger breathing down our necks every day, it doesn't hurt to have the favor of a powerful friend in your pocket. Sometimes the Twelve listen, and sometimes they don't. Can't blame them, that's just the way it is."
