Faelyn, still pressed against the far wall of the dwelling like that would somehow make her invisible, had a sudden moment of clarity.
'Wait. I'm the blessed one. They literally think I'm divine. I can use that!'
[Oh NOW you're thinking strategically,] Puffball said. [Only took a VILLAGE GATHERING for you to remember you have actual STATUS in this world—]
She straightened up, smoothed down her tunic, took a deep breath, and marched toward the curtain with as much divine confidence as she could muster.
Which, given she'd just been hiding against a wall, was not much. But she was trying.
Roshan watched her with obvious concern.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She's moving toward them? She's going to face the crowd? After hiding? What is she planning—'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn pulled the curtain aside.
The entire crowd—still standing there, still waiting, still SMELLING the roasted meat—went completely silent.
Over a hundred pairs of eyes locked onto her.
