As a Seeker Stanzie'll have a natural respect for the patron deity of her people, Azeyma but, whether or not she in truth has a patron she worships, that's up in the air.
Well, since I still have yet to figure out all of my planned characters personalities. Stanzie's the only one I know. And she'll be starting in Gridania (most likely).
"Alchemist, huh? Are you a potions alchemist or a exploding things one?" Before he could answer a Lalafell came over to the table; Stanzie raised an eyebrow, shrugged and spread her hands. She watched him flip through the book, go green and then run outside. "Odd."
Stanzie twisted a lock of hair around her finger, looking at Siben. "Well, I don't have a "profession", Stanzie crooked her fingers in air quotes with that word, "but, I do help people with scribing and sometimes, research. And you, what's your line of work?" Leaning back in her chair she sipped her mead.
"Lovely to meet you Siben Farnsworth." Half turning in her chair Stanzie glanced at the chaos that was the kitchen and chuckled. "Oh, I've seen my share of battles. They're nothing if not entertaining." Taking a sip from her tankard she raised and eyebrow, "I take it you're new in town? Since this isn't something you're familiar with?"
Stanzie smiled at the Hyur and sat down. "Thanks, your table has a good view of the spectacle. I'm Stanzie." She nodded at the barmaid and when she came over Stanzie ordered a tankard of mead. "This lovely competition is a wonderful event of majestic proportions that I've heard of but, never actually seen. It should be fun." She chuckled and rested her chin on the heel of her hand.
Stanzie's gaze skipped from table to table, stopping at one with a lone blue haired Hyur male. "Hmm, he's got an extra chair." Making her way over to the table she pulled out a chair and smiled. "May I?"
Stanzie looked up from her work after realizing she couldn't make out any of the words due to the fall of night. She stretched, got up from her chair and made her way to the door. "Ow! Stupid bed!", hopping on one foot Stanzie opened the door and slowly made her way downstairs following the sounds of people and the smell of food. As she reached the main floor she heard
"Oh, he's at it again. Better see what's on the menu tonight. I need to eat and the food's good either way." Nodding at the barkeep she walked to the kitchen and stood in the doorway for a moment gazing at the chaos. Shaking her head Stanzie turned and looked out at the taproom searching for a table.
One thing about the label of "good" vs "evil" is that both terms are relative. Either to ones viewpoint, or the situation, or society, whatever it may be. So with that in mind what makes a villain a villain? What of the mentality the ends justify the means? Those that believe that tenement can be seen as either good or evil depending on how one views the methods of achieving the outcome.