The Spark of the F.L.A.M.E

::A druidess falls to her knees in front of an inn room's fireplace, raises her arms and begins to pray out loud::

m'Lord

I am Atandella, and currently I am in the jewel of the burning desert, New Thalos. I pray to you as I am in need of your guidance. I hear the water worshippers constantly speaking ill of you, and I believe they  are taking your mercy as a sign of weakness.

I know your power is great, and if you truly wished you could do away with them. There are more than worship you as I do, and I wish to seek them out. allow them to see that without you this world would be cold and dark.

I beg you, m'Lord, to allow me to come to Westbridge. So that I may be with you, be in your light, and learn more of your ways, so that I may profess your true words to the masses.

m'Lord do bless me, and give me this chance that I may bring them to you and your firey ways. I will continue to pray for a sign from you, m'Lord. I wait patiently for an answer to my prayers.