Inspecting the cloak, Oren finds the black dragon scales glisten with a living sheen in the daylight. The warlock recalls taking the beast down and very nearly dying in the process. He gives Daybreak a smile and then whips the cloak over his shoulders, testing the feel. It felt good, and the knowledge that he was protected from acid was all the better. "Thank you again my friend," he says to Frath.
At the mention of the visitor, Oren makes his way to the church and is curious to see the potion seller also in attendance. He nods to Gallindan and Adelaide, and takes a seat to hear the senior paladin out. That the recent events were being recognized as a potentially much bigger deal was a relief, and Oren was doubly interested in the empty throne insignia that Marcus wore, but he did not like the zone of truth imposed.
He's about to say as much when Kerwin begins, delivering a cringe-worthy monologue about himself that was enlightening and comical, despite the situation. He sits back and listens to the others unfold different aspects of their time together, and the events in Treblefork.
When it's his turn, Oren says, "Marcus, that someone from the outside is concerned with the demon intrusions is welcome. I do not appreciate having to speak to you under the influence of magic however. Although you are known to my friends here, you are not known to me." Still sitting, he locks his stare on the other man, "I have seen evil in many guises, and have almost lost the entire population of Oakcrest to the deceptive forces of the underworld during my time here. Forgive me if I cannot simply give you my trust, for exactly the same reasons that you stated about me. Except that I am personally known to everyone here, and you are not." Smiling, he concludes, "Please, with all due respect, I would invite you to share your plan, or at least your reason for coming here and asking these questions. And tell me more about that holy symbol you wear if you don't mind. If we are to be allies, let us be so on a foundation of trust, not magic."
Oren takes the other's question very seriously and pauses some time before answering. "What you say resonates with my experience. I was assigned to this region as part of a military force stationed in a remote outpost. We were attacked by ogres and everyone was slaughtered except for me. I had to man our outpost alone for almost a year, and during that time I was contacted by an entity speaking to me through the fire. In retrospect I believe it was the goddess of the underworld Fierna attempting to lure me to her service." He pauses gauging Marcus' reactions. "But there was another call to service, very different from hers. I saw a throne high on a mountain top, it was empty but still power flowed to me from it. I ended up foiling Fierna's designs in the region, stopping her from poisoning the minds of the citizens of Oakcrest, thanks to the power of this nameless king -- or queen -- who should rightfully sit upon that throne. Until I met Gallindan, I knew nothing more about it."
Noting how tense Marcus had grown, Oren is relieved when Adelaide speaks up for him and puts the other more at ease. "Thank you," he says to the young paladin bravely speaking truth to power. Oren had no desire to test Marcus and merely wanted to move forward to learn what the Order of the Hooded Lantern might be able to offer to help curb the onslaught.
"Adelaide is right -- none of us can speak to the intentions of otherworldy beings, but there is one more piece of the puzzle you may be interested in. Fierna had designs on a young local woman, Isabella, who lives in this village. There is something special about her -- it was she who I rescued from the dragon as well. Then I travelled to the lower planes to rescue her again. The demon queen told me she thinks Oakcrest needs a new leader, and wanted to establish Isabella as a priestess. It was my intention, now that the business in Trebblefork is past, to check in on this young lady. Perhaps you would like to join me."
Gallindan was slow to respond to Marcus. Invisible to the eye, he is deeply shaken by the idea that the Lord of the Mountain might be a woman. To be clear, this in and of itself wasn't distressing. It wasn't especially unusual for the gods of the elves to change gender, or to be of no particular gender. But what he had been taught about the Lord of the Mountain, for all of his adult life, was that the Ancient One was definitively male. Now, the Oath was more ancient than anyone could possibly imagine, from the dawn of civilization. Could the inherited story be wrong? Certainly. But since Gallindan had heard of this pact through the very same elves who could trace their arrival in the Feywild, could tell stories of Corellon's ambiguous gender... why was this what they got wrong? All his life, he had communed with his patron and assumed it was male. Did it matter? Probably not. But it was disconcerting, to say the least.
It was entirely possible that Marcus was simply referring to Fierna's impersonation of the Ancient One. He would have to ask. But in the meantime, he had been asked a question, and he belatedly fumbled to reply to it.
"Sorry to interrupt, and sorry for my delay in responding. Verily, I can vouch for Oren's rejection of the temptress. As Adelaide has said, all of his actions have been in opposing this evil, and he has been my steadfast ally in that quest. I have probed for infernal influence in Oren's presence on numerous occasions... and while I have found it disturbingly often, it has never come from him. He is as he appears to be, a force for good. Our lives have been in each other's hands much more often than either of us would like, and he has never let me down. Indeed, among the reasons we have returned to Oakcrest is to check in on this Isabella. If Fierna is to gain a foothold in this town, we believe she will try there next."
Oren can see the fervor begin to burn in Marcus at the idea that they might be getting closer to their mark. Having rescued Isabella from the depths of hell however, the warlock is not overly fond of the way the other throws around "purging" in reference to people. This isn't the time to quibble over what some might call semantics however.
"We know the town, but we don't know Isabella, nor whether it's truly Fierna or another power that is interested in her. This very church was almost corrupted by a demon." He shrugs, clearly out of his element. "I was going to suggest we seek her out, but then again, I am not of the religious persuasion, so I don't know which would give us the advantage. I'd defer to Gallindan and Adelaide."
The warlock smiles a bit listening to Kerwin make his pledge. "In this battle against evil, everyone has their role to play." The alchemist's words suddenly remind Oren of something. "There's not another person I know of who has been cursed, but there is another church, now that you mention it. It's a chapel in the forest, a place that was much contested by the otherworldly powers. If nothing else, I would suggest we keep Isabella away from there."
Much like the others, Gallindan is discomfited by the idea of "purging" Isabella. It's one thing to slay demons, but quite another to slay ordinary people who have fallen prey to those demons. "Surely our duty is to free Isabella of corruption, rather than to 'purge' her? To date, she has done no harm. She may never do harm. Of course we must assess the threat. But until we have done so, I will make no plans to purge anyone. And perhaps Kerwin is on to something. If he can craft a potion to unshackle her soul, surely we must pursue that option? Our calling is to spread light and hope, not to persecute those that the darkness has touched."