"I should think so.", Musalis said, relaxing when Vius showed no sign to attack at once. Maybe this meeting could go without hostilities, "I tend to like being friends with people, and try to be friendly with everyone. Unless they attack me. Or... other, more complicated circumstances. Like when I met you. Anyway, I would like to offer you a place to sit, something to eat and drink, but... well, you can see the state of chairs here. As for food and drink, I only have stale water and dry bread. Not that I need it. But I figured that it is possible that I meet someone out here in these deserted lands who is close to starvation or dying of thirst. And I figured that I would not want to stand idly by, unable to save them just because I don't have any provisions with me. Though I am sure you have better things with you. Still, the offer stands if you are interested. Oh, by the way, have I formally introduced Cindy to you yet? Assuming I haven't... this is Cindy. My bible."
After presenting Cindy to Vius, the bible predictably started chattering away. Starting with hello, the bible managed to change the topic surprisingly fast to a conspiracy theory featuring mostly radish and purple scarfs. Musalis didn't pay too close attention, just enough to get the general gist of what Cindy was saying. It didn't pay to tune out completely - sometimes Cindy did say important things. Mostly, though, the details weren't of any use and would never, ever turn up again except in something else Cindy told. Musalis had to admit that the bible had an amazing talent for not contradicting herself even while talking mostly about outlandish and seemingly crazy topics.
The question that Musalis was turning over and over in her mind instead of listening to Cindy was why she was meeting Vius again. There had to be a reason. She couldn't believe that she met someone three times in so short order just by change. Other people, maybe. But Musalis knew that there was a supernatural being taking interest in her life, so it was much more likely that Ochre had something in mind for Vius. Musalis just had to figure out what, so that she could follow her Gods wishes. So, what Ochre want? Well, the obvious answer was followers, since he had lost so many... and while Vius might not have a natural talent for music, his voice did indicate that he should be able to sing well with enough training, as far as Musalis could tell. And in these times it did seem that the primary requirement for a follower of Ochre was the ability to fight, rather than being able to have a perfect pitch.
"Soooo, Vius...", said Musalis when Cindy took a break between a story about a sad flute and whatever she had planned to tell next, "Have you ever considered worshipping Ochre?"
Map of DI