Bearclaw Valley devotion

maybe 1 or more babs? @Avicus @Aventus @Astyanax @Glaucos

Dark thoughts were more frequent here even though their surroundings were nothing like the dark forest. But at the same time, it seemed that those who were dark were darker here, almost as if they felt the need to compensate for the light, feel-good surroundings that the bearclaw valley offered. Blood was spilled here and Thief ruled supreme, which was just as well for the priest. She could live here, sustain here, be a part of a community and yet she could go her own way whenever she pleased.

Her spiritual side was pleased frequently by the displays of violence, of blood, of death -- but her mortal side often felt lonely. She thought at times of Powergirl; it was a strange and peculiar thing to think of someone who was not right here, right now, for the priest. She had not experienced such before very often.

No matter -- she cast aside her thoughts and carried a bundle of herbs towards a small altar she had made somewhere along the northern wall of the bearclaw valley. Various bones were scattered and a bird's innards were scattered across the altar -- a large, round rock -- with blood staining it now. As she approached the priest brought the herbs to the altar, placing it next to the bird's innards.