Frowning, she said "I thought you would be fighting along side us." I looked at her like she was crazy. "We were betrayed by them after running an ethical and neutral business. We might go to Hell and cut our losses. The loot was more than enough to live comfortably for a while. If you want us to fight them for you, you're going to need more than a place for us to stay." She crossed her arms at us. "What do you fiends even want!?" she demanded. It was easy. "Get some dispensation to let us join in serving Gutono. We incubi are extremely strong wizards. My elemental companions have studied the blade." She scoffed. I just frowned. "Did I say something funny?" I asked, more than a bit irritated. She schooled her features. Looking me in the eyes, she said "Nothing. You have already done a great service to us. We would never know to look there." I nodded my head. Turning, she made it to the door before she stopped. "I personally also appreciate the fact you are freeing souls." she said. It was then she left. She might be more unorthodox than others, but she was not hot-headed.
Personally, I liked her. The next time we spoke, I would ask her name. She had the type of mentality that would take her very far. Obviously they would not let us join. We were fiends and air elementals. Gutono was a minor god of justice, but he was still a lawful good deity. Evil creatures displeased him. A person that I did not like was the head cleric. She was an absolute bitch to us from the moment we stepped inside their temple. Abbess Diana was what everyone called her. So much so, I got sick of it. I saw her glare at me when we passed her going from the barracks to the temple or vice versa. The disdain was mutual. Grulilan and Zaranarax asked me why I did not just kill her. That would get us kicked out and hunted down. I did not want to deal with all that. Her name was Diana Redding of Westoria. Westoria was the name of a city a few miles to the west of here. She was extremely rigid in her daily sermons. Because we were living in the barracks, we had to be there when the paladins all had their daily service before training. "You have over 1700 soul coins, correct!?" she asked me.
It was during their evening meal. Because Gutono was a minor god, there was not much financial support. Most of the gods here were minor gods. They were simply and humbly worshipped by the local people living here. The fact that there was a temple at all told me that this city was pretty wealthy. I had an inkling with the cashflow of the strip club. A god of justice was worthy of a temple. Other gods only had shrines and altars in certain places in the city. They were not favored for patronage. Still, that did not mean the followers had enough disposable income to make them rich. They could not afford to make much more than a thin vegetable soup and bread for dinner. I would tire of it after a few days. In the mornings, they had porridge. Quartermaster Bryan was also the cook. I thanked him when he gave us water. "Yes." I answered. "I wonder why you don't aspire to free more souls at a time." she said pointedly. I just smiled wide. "Because I don't believe you'd let us stay if we had no more souls to free from coins." I told her. She scowled and stomped off. "Let her go cool off." Bryan said.
