"Do the gods favor us?" Natalia asked softly, red eyes fixed on the moon. Fatima loosened her veil to uncover her face, reveling in the ocean breeze against her skin, "What do you mean?" Natalia bit her lip unsurely, "I mean, if the Punks were to seek retribution against Miervalst, would they have the favor of the gods?" Fatima hesitated before answering, "Yes, they certainly would."