Alistair looks around worriedly, looking for an out.
Angel's still holding onto him, so...
She starts to cry a bit.
"You don't like me, do you? You probably think I'm some annoying little kid..."
"This falls back into the 'small subset of population' thing. What do you think the dog-people would think of humans if the only humans they saw were bandits and soldiers?"
"The same as I do right now is no doubt the point you're aiming at. But the situation isn't reversed, and I haven't slaughtered any of their friends and family."
"You specifically? Those specific dog-men? Perhaps not. But, consider: Every dog-man you killed has a mother, they all have friends, most probably had wives, perhaps children. Moreover, I'd bet my little sister that you're not the only human to have killed a dog-person. And what on earth makes you think that all of them would spare the 'friends and family'?"
"Those dogmen weren't very murderous or stealy until... I don't really know what happened."
"Only because you caught them off guard."
"Mm-hm. They're totally murderous sons of bitches, every one, not unique, varied, and more or less moral individuals like make up humans. Those dogman bandits and raiders are the norm, while human bandits and raiders are the exception."
"I was busy dealing with the elf."
"Ditto."
"We're on a quest. For the holy grail."
Genovefa sighs, "I expect that I will be unable to convince you of the folly of your quest."
((See? Even NPCs know Kyle's an idiot!
))
"Give it your best shot; if you convince the rest of us, we'll be able to save him."
Kyle looks at Bethany and shrugs.
"To be honest I was the only one I was absolutely sure was coming. Everyone else is here for their own reasons."
"And what reasons are these?"
"I wanted to help, and it seemed interested. At this point, attempting to remove this lady's prejudices with logic and patience is a secondary goal."
"It is quite a sight."
"Indeed."
"Please forgive my rudeness, but I must check on the cooks in the kitchen. I am sure that you are weary and wish to rest your feet. I will have someone bring out a jug of water for washing."
"No trouble, thank you very much."
Will examines the Great Hall, seeing if there's anything interesting to find out about it.
"thanks, though I may need you for a part of it"
<Here's hoping we finish grailing before then.>
<To creation, yes, but you can't really make the Void any worse...>
<Good Shys'm Caes, has Ashley taught you nothing? You never say things can't get worse!>(Cue plot where things in the Void get worse.)
<Now think, what if Shys'm Caes were to say 'Jesus isn't my son'? That would be catastrophic to Christianity. Or what if she instead stated 'I prefer something heartfelt without any ritual'? When religions tend to be so rooted in ritual and tradition alike? Yes, not everyone will believe her, but some will and the fact that she can provide evidence to her divinity makes the situation far from negligible.>
<I'd say that her being female on its own would kinda screw with Christianity if the Pope hadn't declared her to be a demon and the Protestants hadn't mostly agreed with him.>
All at once, Genovefa reappears and takes her seat, while armoured knights and other inhabitants of the castle sit down in the lower tables. Teams of servants bring out platters heaped with food (most of it meat), including a massive roasted boar, to the tables. Jugs full of wine, mead and ale are also brought out, and everyone's cups are filled. Genovefa stands up, "A toast, to honest travellers in these dark times!"
Will looks a bit nervously at the drinks, but partakes of the toasts.
"I'm still a demon."
Will hopes neither the hostess nor her retinue heard this comment...
