Donated to the church as a child to raise as an acolyte as soon as her parents discovered her hair was red, Diyar was nevertheless honestly a bit surprised when the Goddess chose her. Difficult to work with, she was shuffled from appointment to appointment, she spent most of her career as an adventuring cleric, traveling with scimitar-wielding knights to deal with villains and monsters. She was fond of the view that Sarenrae was the goddess of second chances, and not third ones.
A bit less than a year ago, on one of her breaks, her sisters in the Keleshite abbey she called home politely suggested that she might consider missionary service in Cheliax, recently conquered from Hell. She's no fool; she knew it was because they thought little of her company and wanted her Anywhere Else. But when she prayed on it, she discovered that the Goddess agreed, and she departed the next day.
On arrival, she discovered that things in the city were worse than she had imagined possible, and most disturbingly, her stern manner was viewed by the Chelish as motherly. She had never thought sermonizing or counseling were her strong points, but clarity of standards paired with the promise of redemption turned out to be a compelling combination.