Let me help..

That would explain the large castle that was in complete ruins just in the mountains. Sadness swallowed into her heart, just seeing how many there were. Cursed in these forms by the very gods they may have worshipped in the past. All to be killed, then possibly reincarnated into monsters to be killed again. Cirre shook her head to that thought.

"Let me help.. I can't heal the monstrous forms they've taken, but like you. I can bring out and free them from the curse, granting a humanoid appearance..."

Cirre was adamant to do something to fix this, anything really. Their campaign is to go against the very gods and learn everything they could of the previous rulers. Nothing says 'fuck you' than fixing the very curse that trapped them for possibly tens to hundreds of years.

Her eyes shifted up to Wokan, stretching both hands out to him. Cirre was sincere, her eyes hinted of no betrayal. Only concern and the deep desires to aid.

"First, I want to apologize for the ruckus we made too earlier in the day.. "