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[[OOC]] IGN: ShowPig Discord [Optional]: ShowPig#9876 [[IC]] Name: Fina Race: Human Age: 20 School(s) and Certifications applying to: Can I apply to all of them? Can I talk to someone about the depth of the programs? I want to do all of them. How about we start with Psychology and Mixology? Medicine, too. Magics known prior: None Are you interested in teaching, should you complete a degree?: Sure. Do you accept the rules and regulations of the Eternal College and of Fi’halen?: Yes.

The winds howl through the empty streets. Another settlement abandoned by many. The final hearth goes cold in the Gallic Clan's little nook of Daeland. The wagons are long gone. The houses are building up dust. The nomadic people have once again taken another path, another home. Elsewhere, a few Gallics have begun construction on their latest settlement. Saws and hammers sound through the day while music fills the air at night. Nestled in a mountainside cove on the water, their village seems at peace for now. Across the river, the city that serves as their new host is busy and bustling. A very old woman sits on a stump and watches her family. She calls out to her grandson as he's hard at work, "I'm sorry for moving us once more, but it sure feels good to be someplace lively again!" "Now if only I actually knew where we are…" She hoots like an owl before cackling madly.

I started using Spotify not that long ago. Before that, I used Youtube premium, because I got it for free for a while... Overall, not surprised. Not enough Glen Hansard. I'm failing him. I need to go listen to all of his albums again. Also, Dylan isn't high enough on that list...Need to listen to more Dylan.

Ashton is a woman who likes to talk out loud. It's no different than a man wondering to himself in some place far away from Sutica, which he claims to know so much about. Yet, he doesn't seem to know the first thing. She wonders how this group of people ever learned to read or write. "Perhaps they're possessed by spooks or something." She mumbles to herself.

Ashton repeats to herself. "We have a church."

"We have a church." Ashton would state plainly to herself as she grumps about.

"How would people who have never been around know whether or not we have a church? We may not have a fancy, formal Orenian one, but that doesn't mean we are without a church. Even the High Pontiff of the Church of Oren was good friends of Oliver's and came to Sutica. These people obviously know nothing of Sutica." Ashton shakes her head, completely disappointed in the people claiming to know what is best for a people they've never even met it seems.

Ashton nods along with Oliver. "These people are the true heathens. To fight the servants of God who do nothing but heal the innocent and give homes to people for free. If that's what cults do, I'd much rather the world be run by cults than people like these 'petitioners.' Power hungry, all of them."

Avayla stands by with furrowed brows. "I've never met or heard of any of these people. These are not people of Sutica. I have no idea who any of them are." She rolls her eyes before shrugging and goes back about her business.

How do you feel about wishing @Gusano Arentonio a happy birthday? (Also, happy birthday!)

I have no ability to comprehend this.

Rona goes about her day, not hearing the whispers of the ghost. She continues to love her husband and carry on her merry little way.

Rona Roswell rolls her eyes and chuckles. "My husband isn't stupid, and our house is more than just him. Maybe if this wordy fool had his infant son threatened and his own life promised to be taken, he'd dislike Oren as well. It's easy to judge when you're not one of the targets. Such bliss it must be to live with rose-tinted glasses." Rona then tosses the drivel into the trash where it belongs.