This Paladin's deity has given all of Their hardest challenges to Their mightiest warriors. This Paladin isn't one of them.
Ryse peruses the new job posts at the Guild, plucks one that seems like it might be relevant to them off the board, and rejoins her partymembers at their table.
"Sophia," she says, "there's a posting asking for backup for some religious scuffle. An order of paladins went rogue up in the mountains by the elf kingdom."
Sophia simply shrugs while sipping her wine.
"Should we... see what that's about?" Asks Lagakh.
"Not my church. I don't care."
"I think it is your church, actually." Says Ryse, reading more of the ad.
"Not my order." Sophia pivots, dismissively.
"It might also be your order. Wait, it might actually be Kallixenia's on the other side? Isn't she from there?"
"Oh shit. Should we go help?"
"Ugh, listen, both of you-" Sophia grumbles, pouring herself another glass of wine. "If I had to insert myself into every religious squabble my church gets into with itself, we'd never do anything else. If I wanted to be in the inquisition, I'd have joined the inquisition. I got lit on fire by wyverns today, all I want right now is a vacation."
"But- Kallixenia?" Lagakh asks.
"Oh, please." Sophia scoffs. "You think Kallixenia is rebelling against the church?"
"Well..."
"Is there anything in the posting about horrific firey doom?"
"...No."
"So it's not them." She says, shrugging. "Not my circus, not my monkeys, I'm finishing this bottle and going to bed."
Ryse crumples up the job posting and tosses it into the fireplace across the room.
