Part 1

Vordea made the decision that the time for disguises on who she was was passe, now that she announced her arrival into the Empire. So as she walked down the desert road in the scorching heat, she basked in the heat as she wore her sigil covered black armour, a symbol of who she was, and her disconcerting black squid-like tentacles were quite visible. Nobody would mistake her for anything other than a God, especially with her divine aura not being suppressed in the slightest.

She nearly didn't stop in the first village, until she noticed a small tavern. She knew from visiting Vaust all the time that taverns are the best places to find interesting people, so she stopped walking. The Dwarves in the villages were regarding her with suspicion, likely due to her divine aura, she supposed, but no matter. She walked up to the unassuming sandstone building and noted it was quite worn down, before stepping through the doorway into the tavern.

The man behind the bar was clearly terrified at the mere sight of Vordea, but she paid his mixed facial expressions no mind and sat the closest empty stool, looking expectantly at him.

"Ah yes, w-what can I get for you?" He stammered, working up the courage to speak with Vordea.

"I'll get the best alcohol you have available." Vordea answered, placing a bag of coins on the table. "Don't stop until this bag is empty."