This shallow valley in the foothills of a broad mountain range is usually unoccupied aside from the occasional shepherd and flock. Today, though, it's bustling: much of the space is taken up by a hastily erected tent city, mismatched canvas scrounged from wherever it could be found, with cookfires clustered in the rockiest section and a field hospital laid out near the small lake at the bottom of the valley, all in use by an especially heterogenous and ragged collection of humanoids. Near the hospital, a bit of space has been left free for various purposes, including the music performance it's currently being used for, which has drawn an audience of children and their parents.
"The... gods, choosing, that you mentioned - it's not just that he didn't have access to his current god's church. Hell's church had him."
"We're burning the whole setup to the ground, then?"
"If you can figure out how I know we'll be behind you."
"The archmages conquered Cheliax months and months ago! They've crowned one of their number Queen! Later he dropped all his clerics, all on the same day!" He found Ventura dead in his quarters the morning he reached and found nothing but fortunately Mata was still alive to corroborate!
"I know! There was a thirty year civil war and several revolutions from breakaway provinces about it!"
"Raafi, go for a walk," Katrianne interjects before he can say anything else.
"Right, I'll be back -" he goes.
"He needs some time to calm down, and he thinks best on his feet. I wasn't expecting him to get quite that emotional about it - he likes you."
"We haven't talked about it yet, so I'm not sure. From what he's told me I suspect at least part of it is that he admires the good you've been doing."
"He's got his own backstory, there - it's not my story to tell, but you might notice that he doesn't detect as Good, despite all evidence to the contrary; if you want to ask him about that please don't do it when anyone is going to need him for anything for the rest of the day."
"I haven't been preparing alignment detection spells and don't need his personal information."
"He's not a bad choice to figure it out with," she gazes fondly after him. "Maybe a little volatile for your tastes but he'll try to do right by you."
"Here, nobody ends up a cleric of an Evil god unless they go looking for that. That you could end up with that kind of attachment by... chance, by default, by accident of birth... it looks very unfair, from this perspective."
"I don't think that's likely to matter," she shrugs. "A process that can take someone who'll find themselves stranded in a strange world and immediately devote themselves to healing as many people as they can and set them up as a cleric of Hell instead is an abomination and shouldn't exist."
"- I mean. I would have done different things. If I had been stranded on another planet five years ago."
"Sure. And Iomedae's church helped bring out something better in you; I care much more that that was there to be found than about what came before."