Selûne cleric.

Of all the possible twists on this cursed journey, that might have been the worst yet for Shadowheart. Her mission had been meant to be quick and easy. Enter, retrieve the artifact, return. Simple. Controlled. Blessed by Lady Shar herself.

What had it become?

Abducted by mind flayers. Infected with a parasite that crawled behind her eyes. Stranded gods-know-where, surrounded by strangers — survivors thrown together by chance and chaos. And now? Now she found herself walking beside a servant of Selûne. She had just learned the truth, and her blood ran cold.

The Moonmaiden. The eternal foe of Lady Shar.

Shadowheart felt bile rise in her throat. To serve Shar meant to hate Selûne — not idly, not politely. Absolutely. Theirs was not a passive rivalry but a war of truth and secrecy, of light and shadow, of mercy and control.

And now she was expected to trust this... lunar zealot?

No. No, this could not be!

"Of course. Of course you serve her," she hissed. "Selûne’s light-touched little lapdog, preaching mercy and moonbeams. Did fate really think this would be amusing?"

No, Shadowheart couldn’t afford to let her emotions unravel now — not after everything she’d endured these last few days, days heavier with turmoil than her entire life before. She had a mission. Retrieve the artifact. Deliver it to the Mother Superior. That was all.

“Stay out of my way. We may share a campfire, but don’t mistake that for trust.”