Iona put her hands together atop the table, her pale hinds striking out a contract against the stained wood. She pursed her lips, her hazel eyes focusing on her hands as she went into contemplation.
It was here that Li recognized that Iona seemed a little less healthy than usual. Her skin had more of a pallor and the dark circles under her eyes had intensified, though she was not nearly as emaciated and deprived of energy as the first time he had met her.
"You intend to have the farmers worship you? You as you are now, or you as you are in a more…spiritual form?"
"Spiritual form. If I assume it just once and spread the news that some kind of great forest spirit is roaming around the forests again, then I'm sure they'll come out to see what the commotion's about, and then I can convince them to farm again at my behest."
"Will the knights of Lys and adventurers not try to strike you down first?"
