[Vesper]

Vesper considers herself an aspect-- an extension of the Trinity, an infallible vessel of God's will. She is humble for it, almost to the point of self-flagellation. If she did not have the Spirit, she would not be. This truth is simple. Incorruptible. Ineffable.

There was some sort of uprising here, that placed the Dragon that invited them in her position. She controlled from a throne without worship for how long, and now wears a rosary about her neck. Truly, this is an alliance meant to be. It begs the question, however-- what has become of the prior ruling class? How does dissidence breed, what allows it to overtake? Ripley bested the witches of the Grove, just as Azuhel righteously took her place as High Dominus-- but how? Could an unbeliever use these same techniques to wrest power from their carefully constructed hierarchy, and demolish their way of life?

The leopard considers, as she stares out upon the lands. These trees, with their charred, flaking bark, are not so easily climbed, but the Captain has managed. She waits, in the treetops, in the shadow of the canopy, for who may catch her attention. Someone she could question on these topics. Someone to probe for the weakness of Alteron-- in case the need should ever arise. In case this alliance is not of God's plan.