"Before I came to Septimont, everyone told me it was a city with no gods. True freedom, they said. But from what I've seen, that's not quite the case. Septimont worships strength. Glory iss their scripture. Dignity is their law. They're bound by the eyes of the crowd, the voices of the powerful. That's their version of the Tenets. Gladiator Lupa is their Priestess of Strength, and Ephor Augusta is their Primus. Among those who once played the Nimbus Chorale...Some of them must have been the ancestors of this state. Is this really the future they hoped for...? In the end...I don't even know what I'm looking for anymore.

...Have you heard about a bard called Ciaccona, spreading rumors in Ragunna lately? Do you think...What she said is true...?"

God, I love Lenore and her journey into exploring her own spirituality. But honestly, I really wish I could give the girl a hug. She's been through a lot. She's going through the wake-up call everyone apparently wishes Peeb was going through.