Sun Mote Copse Newb

arunik'ra's thin features parsed into a threadbare and polite smile as giana offered to share her meal. the sunspear, not wishing to offend (yet equally unwilling to become sick) waved the gracious offer away with a flick of her thin wrists. "you need it more than i," she replied, her voice devoid of any guile.

she had her questions about giana's reasons for seeking them, as she was sure giana had questions with regards to their cult. never one to beat around the bush, arunik'ra queried: "do you believe in molech?"