"It's a bad omen, that much is clear." She crossed her arms, and closed her eyes, trying to hear what someone else might have to say about it. "The sky is ripped open, it's a wound across the face of the Lady. It attracts the corrupted gods, and pours them out into the world in forms they aren't meant to take." Having said that much--though it was all fairly obvious--she opened her eyes again, frowning at the rift. "But I don't understand what the Lady is trying to say. What we're supposed to do about it."

She turned her face to the sky proper, eyes seeking out any form of symbol to take meaning from. "I think we're on the right path," She finally said. "This Inquisition is said to have people who can close these, right?" She gestured at the rift. "It must be a sign, Nadja. That we must go to them."

Whether or not they would accept them is a different question. It'd be nice if they had a little Hope right now, but Valor would have to do. "Maybe if we bring them the bodies of their fallen foes...?" Killing bandits, perhaps. That would be helpful. A good way to get entrance.