Though the newcomer spoke true, she frowned, now knowing what the preacher had intended. Stepping to his side, she hefted out her book, a large metal and leather bundle, strapped to her side by chains.
"And he burned his son as an offering and used fortune-telling and omens and dealt with mediums and with necromancers. He did much evil in the sight of the Lord, provoking him to anger." she read, looking to the preacher.
"Or has your village elder forgotten, human sacrifice to appease any being is a sin in the eyes of our Lord." she looked to the book again, reading: "You shall not worship the Lord your God in that way, for every abominable thing that the Lord hates they have done for their gods, for they even burn their sons and their daughters in the fire to their gods."
She snapped the book shut at the last word and turned to the preacher, righteousness in her eyes.
"Would thou condemn your soul and the souls of your flock to the appeasement of some dark creature? Would thou condemn your souls to the fires of hell for all eternity? No. I will not have that, not when you may be redeemed, old one. I was once redeemed for the heresy of existing. If that is the case, I know too this child and your flock, and yes even you yourself Father, can be redeemed."
She pulled off her hat, her horns, the birth defects they were, showing now in the firelight. "My name is Inquisitor Rhosyn Ilwynog, condemned and brought forth from the darkness, slayer of the night's minions. Perhaps you have heard of me?" she said grinning.
That one was always a crowd pleaser.
((Yay, I love Lawful Good!!
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