[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas squinted at Sunny's prayer, odd. Odd one that.

He chewed at some meat, tearing off small strips at a time to make it last and savour the flavour. Gods he wanted to just tear into it and devour it in one go, but, better to make it last. His ears were flooped down, sad and irritated.



"Who can predict the Gods actions, if this is the work of one. Seems unlikely though, that some divinity would suddenly be able to grant such power to it's people whilst the others stand by." He mumbled. "We can only hope it isn't the work of the gods lest it bodes poorly for their judgement on us."