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Chupacabra campfire: Tuesday night

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose.

He blinked, wrinkling his nose as it dissolved, then wrinkled it further as he looked down at his robes. Why was he wearing such plain ones? They were just not appropriate at all for a priest of his caliber. He was the Envoy, for Sunlord's sake, not some secretary, and marked as the favoured of Vkandis by his possession of a Firecat.

This just would not do.

He managed to find a more formal set - with not nearly enough in the way of jewels and gilt, but the best that was available - and made his dignified way to sit outside, perched on the tallest rock he could find, robes arranged with great care, where the poor, unenlightened of this place could seek out his wisdom and munificence.

[ooc: yeah...open! If you like! Please, don't hit him, even if he acts like an ass!]

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Having spent the whole day in the gym sparring, Setsuna was ready to just get to her campfire and relax a little.

And, of course, found herself at Chupacabra instead.

Foot, meet ground. //"Dammit!"// She sighed and dropped down on a log. She was here; might as well get comfortable.

"Good evening, Setsuna." He inclined his head towards her graciously. "Have you come to seek advice? Or the blessing of the Sunlord?"

After all, what other reason could there be for her to seek out his presence?

"Hm?" Setsuna turned her head. "Oh. Hello, Karal. I didn't even see you there." Although, really, she realized with a small smile, she should have. It was his cabin's campfire, after all.

He drew himself up straighter. Hadn't noticed him? How could she not notice him?! No, no, she was a troubled child, it was not her fault. "Do strange compulsions still draw you this cabin?" Perhaps it was not a spell, as he'd feared, but the Hand of the Sunlord, shepparding her towards him for guidance.

After leaving the Basilisk campfire, Jaina came back to Chupacabra, muttering something about insane people.

"A bit, yes," Setsuna chuckled lightly. "Although I do like to think it was assisted this time by sheer exhaustion. After all, the other day I managed to find myself at Pixie for a change."

"You seem troubled, my friend. Have you come to seek guidance?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Of course she had! "The Sunlord's grace is given to all, even those who do not believe." Up to a certain point, that is, for all should follow Vkandis Sunlord.

"You should seek to find the answer to why you are drawn here. To continue on in ignorance invites further difficulty in your life," he told her firmly. "And the troubles which attend your friendship need to be resolved. The Sunlord can guide your path, through his humble servant," though his smile didn't look humble at all, "myself."

"Um, not so much guidance. More avoiding guys asking me to check them for bites," she said.

Wow. Setsuna never exactly imagined she'd ever encounter someone who could contort a sentence to be heavier and more convoluted than her own before. She blinked as she tried to let some of that process. Of course, she understood the more literal meaning behind Karal's vindication, but her mind made her skeptical of that. Head tilting slightly as she frowned, worriedly, she asked, "Are you...have I been coming around too much? I haven't started to annoy you, have I, by just...showing up so much here?"

Karal steepled his fingers together. "I do not believe that you should be inspecting men for bites, or for anything else. It is not seemly. Perhaps that is why you seem troubled, knowing their words were not appropriate." The Writ and the Rule were very clear on what was and was not acceptable for women. A priest of his stature must adhere to them, and educate those who were ignorant of it. "I trust you did not do so?"

"Of course you have not," he said gently. Poor girl, so ignorant of the true teachings. "The Sunlord bids his priests to help any who need it." He leaned forward, fingers sketching a holy symbol in her direction. "I suspect His Hand is at work in drawing you here."

"No... Are you feeling okay?" She might have been taking the lack of smile into consideration here.

Setsuna's head tilted, also leaning forward to get a better look at the symbol Karal was drawing. It looked very unfamiliar to her, as were most of his words. Most likely just the religion of where it was he was from. "Well," she said, frowning slightly, not entirely sure what to say in response to something like that, "I...I'm Buddhist, you see..."

"I feel very well, though it is kind of you to inquire. But it is you I am concerned with," he said, waving away her question. "It is very good that you did not. Such behaviour is not," he considered how best to put it, given her status as a non-believer, "not healthy for you."

A false god. Or, he conceded, perhaps not. Though it went against the core of the Writ, the existence of other deities must be acknowledged. "That is not important," he said airily, and more than a little arrogantly. She was here, and hers did not seem to be aiding her. "I am still willing to assist you."

Something about the tone in Karal's voice just then made Setsuna frown a little deeper; she wasn't exactly a hardcore Buddhist or anything, but there was something there that made her feel as though her beliefs were being...looked down on. Her neck stretched slightly as she looked over at Karal. "So..." she said, as if testing thin ice, "tell me about this...Sun Lord, you called him?"

Best to know where one was coming from before engaging in a topic of this sort.

"Healthy," she repeated, not sure where this was going. "Do you mean you expect me to pick up some disease or something?"

He scowled just a tiny bit at the disrespect (not that there'd actually been any) before he caught himself and smoothed out his expression. "It is what He is. He is Vkandis Sunlord. Father to Karse, protector and guide. All knowing and all powerful. Kind in his benevolence and awesome in his wrath. And I am His Priest, His hand in the world."

"The Sunlord tells us women are to be protected and kept safe, and not take on the habits and guise of men." Okay, this was a different world, but it did not mean he could abdicate his duty to educate the ignorant. He was a very important priest, and with that came certain responsibilities. "Not that I believe you are a demon! But you must take care with yourself, physically and spiritually."

Setsuna nodded; she'd recalled Karal mentioning something about being a priest of sorts before, she thought, although she didn't particularly retain it. In fact, she must not have, because she also didn't remember him being so...adamant about the details. A certain spiritual vibe in his advice, yes, but this was well beyond that.

For a brief second, she considered pointing out that a god in one world might be ineffective in a world that was not its own, but she was sharply reminded that it is important, for both Buddhist and warrior, to respect all creeds and codes, unless it is firmly and obviously against your own creeds and codes. "I see," she said. "Tell me more about him? His teachings?"

"You are interested in learning the Writ and the Rule?" He was a very good priest. Chose by the Son of the Sun and singled out for special attention. Perhaps it was not so surprising. "Vkandis accepts any and all into his flock, with open arms."

Jaina stared for a moment, finally saying, "I'm not inspecting you for any bites, so you might want to take that on as a cover story. I don't need protecting from anyone, and I don't need to be told to take care of myself."

"Hey Karal," Edward said as he came out of the cabin. "Whoa. You got a lot of gold on."

Interested was one word, true, but if Setsuna had to chose a more appropriate one, it would be polite. Karal had been very nice to her these last few weeks; it was the least she could do. "Under what circumstances?" she asked, pretty certain there was more to it than just general, ultimate acceptance.

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