Senna
Human Arcana Cleric
AC: 18 HP: 33/33
PP: 17 PIv: 12 PIs: 17
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Senna smiles at Minsc's hug, though she hoped it would have been less restrained and more sincere. She can't help but feel a bit melancholic and lost, now that her illusions concerning the divine have been all but dispelled a bit. When even gods die, leaving their servants back and all she stood for was borrowed and could be gone in an instant, what was left of her? What was left of Senna? Did she even have a personality outside of being a cleric?

She knew what had to be done in times like this. Only mundane work could alleviate her worries. So she looked for the nearest shrine and got to work there on those who needed healing. Covering up her tabard, using all but the most subtle holy symbol, she used her gifts of divine and mundane healing to aid the sick.