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Oh for...of all th' irresponsible...

[There's some angry Scottish muttering as Merida sets her locket down, standing in front of what looks like a shrine to the White Hart in armor. Or it had been before it was desecrated in such a manner. Her knees sink into the dirt and tugging her quiver and bow off and setting them to the side, she starts to fix it up, huffing. Her locket is angled so that she can look at it while she works, pulling a face when she pulls things out of the broken shrine before tossing them over her shoulder.]

As if we didn't have other things to worry about with th' Void comin' closer. Honestly, whatever happened to respectin' th' gods? I thought th' Black Shuck an' th' White Hart held sway over these lands.

[It's the second one she's come across in the last day or so, though she bets there are more like this. Even her ears had caught noise of the riots that had started happening in the Drabwurld, and not shardbearer related this time. Merida shook her head as she set the shrine artifacts upright, making a mental note to replace them as she sighs. She can't claim to know the affairs of gods, even with what Ben said about the vision he had. After a minute or two and the shrine starting to look better, Merida pulls her hands back to rest them against her legs, pausing before picking her locket up again.]

Does anyone consider just...stayin' here? Settle down after th' war ends? I don't know if I could go back home to who I used to be, if I could just forget everythin' that's happened here an' all the people I've met, th' friends I've made. [She reaches to brush the hawk feather behind her right ear back, braided into her hair like it is.] Just curious if anyone else feels th' same way I guess.

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[ After the war. That such a thing could remain a possibility seems only more and more unlikely to Gabranth as time wears on. But he's not about to speak on that, much less his own plans should he ever return home. ]

The gods rarely made themselves known to mankind in my own world, if ever at all. That they do so with some frequency here... [ He sighs. ] It's hardly a surprise that their respect should fall by the wayside.

[It's refreshing to get different perspectives on things and how other people think of this, it's true. Merida gives her own sigh, more of a huff really.]

I've never seen them in my world either, an' I hardly claim to know th' will of th' gods or be someone of th' faiths here, but what if they show themselves because they need that belief? If some need that more than others, wouldn't they show people that they're here? [She shakes her head, and the sound of the feather rustling in her hair comes over the feed.] Regardless, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that there are some losin' faith with th' Void closin' in.

Perhaps it is simply easier to hold faith in that which we cannot see.

[ Not that Gabranth has ever been a man to place faith or trust in gods himself, save to invoke their name whenever it suits him. ]

Knowing with certainty that their gods walk the land, and seeing that their gods do nothing to stop their plight... Who can blame any one of them for their broken trust?

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