You knew all about the ways in which Shar 'recruited' her followers. The Goddess of Darkness and Loss valued not followship, but blind dedication to her ways. And by blind dedication, that meant indoctrination.

The group that you led was intended specifically to prevent that. You had seen too many turn to darkness with the belief that it would be their salvation. Their abductions from their families forgotten, re-written with new events that painted the Sharrans as the heroes who saved their own victims' lives. Your goal was to intercept it before it could truly happen.

That was what had brought you out into the woods today. Patrolling in a part of the forest that you knew Shar's followers had been inhabiting recently. Patrols could be sort of hit and miss. Sometimes you'd help someone, sometimes you wouldn't. You quickly realised that this time, you would, when a man's cries and pleas caught your ears.

As you pursued the sound with your fellow Selûnites, you came upon a lone Sharran, masked and accompanied by a young, black-haired girl. The girl seemed frightened, as if she wasn't quite sure what was going on, but compliant with the Sharran. Your guess was that they had already started reconstructed the girl's memories; poor thing.

Instructing the rest of the group to continue pursuing the sounds of the man's cries, you took it upon yourself to silence the Sharran for good. You took them by surprise, off their guard; dragging them behind a nearby tree so that the now on-looking girl wouldn't see what you did to them. It was over before they had much time to react. As you stepped out from behind the tree, the black-haired girl stared at you, eyes wide and slightly misty, looking as though she was trying to decide whether to run or not.