"Her name, as you know, was Orin. Perhaps it might be apt to call her something of a living weapon. A killer more cruel than you might be able to fathom. And my kin."

Once. That fate has been unbound. Bhaal will only have one Chosen, and now, he only has one option. The only kinship is that distant physicality, as opposed to cosmology. And flesh and blood could mean so very little. But careful, careful. The moment the word cult comes out of her mouth is the moment she has to be worried if Degas might ever overhear.

"I don't remember much about her, save her existence, and that she and I had fought before and would fight again. And, that a short while before I came here - before I left my own world - she was part of a scheme that risked the entire Coast, if not the whole continent."

If not all of Torill. She doubted Orin would have made it to the full death of the Material Plane. Fever could have, though - such is her own opinion.

"I'd suspected for a long time that she was somehow tied to what happened to me, when I lost my memory. What we went through confirmed that."