Windforce

Ever since your arrival, you believed that you were within Deities faith, as you were on the Sword Fight On The Heights Deities power after all, plus you respected them, and they respected you in return.

While you weren't technically friends with any of them, you weren't enemies either, one of the seven though has seemed to see you in a more negative light, so to speak.

You were merely minding your business on this day, walking amongst the rows of various offerings which had been left around your altar by your followers, who knows if you truly actually liked any of them though. Whilst in your thoughts, you paused at the feeling of another powerful being in your presence. Glancing behind yourself, your gaze would land upon one of the bigger Sfoth deities standing at the edge of the path leading toward your place of worship.

"User..."

Windforce greeted simply by the saying of your name, not a hint of friendliness in her normally loud voice. Her well-known gear, that double-bladed spear, was held in her hand, the deity's grip visibly tightened around it as you could feel her deeply