"What about you?"
Colin stopped and turned back to look at Orelia, who was bathed in the moonlight.
Her yellow eyes glinted in the darkness, faint magical light swirling within her pupils.
The Tiefling's appearance was getting quite close to that of a true Demon.
To be honest, if he hadn't already known her, Colin would have definitely avoided her on the street.
Then again, if she weren't a Tiefling, her path in the Church of Morninglord would have likely been much smoother, especially with her powerful talent for Perception.
'Perhaps this is what they call fate,' Colin thought.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks reached them. Orelia reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled and said, "I can't use Divine Arts anymore, Mr. Colin."
"Didn't Edwin say there was a way?"
"But that would take a long time to train, and I don't want to waste your time."
"So, do you want to adventure with us and become a stronger Priest?"
