Dygra
"Are you considered a threat, then, to your friends and family?" Dygra wonders with all the philosophy of an executioner in her sensual tone. All Ancients, for better or worse, might be considered a threat if their bloodlust is left too long, after all.
With a soft laugh that seems to reverberate throughout the cavern, Edmund will feel a phantom hand caress his cheek. "I am not Caido. I am not a herald of life or nature. You need no permission from me to help or harm."
That is to say, yes, Ancients can do whatever they please in Dygra's eyes. All the better if it comes in celebration of her tenets, of course.
With a soft laugh that seems to reverberate throughout the cavern, Edmund will feel a phantom hand caress his cheek. "I am not Caido. I am not a herald of life or nature. You need no permission from me to help or harm."
That is to say, yes, Ancients can do whatever they please in Dygra's eyes. All the better if it comes in celebration of her tenets, of course.
