(She'd write this name, in all caps, the ink on the quill thick with Anger)
VONN,
Vonn is a thief, a lair, and a pest.
If it were not for my faith, and for my morals, I would've set him to flame.
Last night, I desired to go into the catacombs to put the dead to rest.
I was doing just fine on my own, nothing was overly concerning, nor challenging.
Then, A group of dwarves approach me, and a half-elf.
They all agreed, that If I allowed them to come, they would not touch the dead's belongings.
I explained to them, that it was important to my faith, and they all pledged not to.
I will try not to sound conceded,
but my power was unmatched compared to the rest of the party, I was doing the majority of the work,
Needless to say, I was not paying attention if there was a graverobber among the midsts.
We reach the central room, and this "VONN." takes out a amulet from the sarcophagus, right in front of me, with no shame.
I calmly, the first time address him by asking
"Did we not agree to leave the dead's possesions alone?"
He ignorantly said
" I did not agree to anything."
.... It took everything in me, to not set him ablaze.
Everything.
However, I am a better person, and more in touch with my power.
I simply prayed that Orsis to forgive them, and vacated the scene.
Next Zuia, today. He comes and approaches my wares.
I told him I do not sell to Liars and thieves.
Simple enough, yes?
Wrong.
He throws a fit, saying that I am not being factual.
I could care less, I still refuse to sell to him.
So he suggest that I leave.
Me the merchant, with the crate that weighs more than I do -leave-.
That is not going to happen, no.
So he decides to act like a child, and plant himself down besides my crate
He stays there for the entire day.
Once again, the thought to set him ablaze raged inside me..
But like always, I put it aside.
Night falls,
and I see the half elf, talking to two female halflings , they descend below the temple in the outskirts.
I warned him not to steal from the dead.
Orsis has his methods of dealing with those that do so.
Not even an hour later, the same halflings return to the surface without "VONN."
They are screaming for help, saying that he had fallen.
My faith has never been stronger...
I am not one to leave someone to die, however.
So I went down, unseen to asses the situation.
He was swarmed, surrounded by the warriors.
I couldn't face them, I am no warrior.
I return to the surface.
The halfings are determined to get this "Vonn."
They spend several hours rallying up random strangers to assist them.
Finally, they bring the man to Miss Lizuca, unfortunately she restores his life.
Instead of showing gratitude for the whole situation, this "Vonn." is enraged that someone stole his fang.
The same fang that restored his life.
It humored me.
The grave robber being upset,
that someone robbed his grave.
Rich, it is.