Treaty review. They've got a copy of the treaty annotated in more colloquial Chelish for the class to pass around and share - everyone has at least the rudiments of literacy - and since she's there they might as well use her as an example of what they are and are not allowed to do to other treaty-applicable people. Like if she stabbed somebody they'd have to at least kind of try to make sure it wasn't a Suggestion if they could safely do that before killing her in self-defense, stuff like that.

She's happy to be used as an example! (She can even pretend pretty convincingly to be Suggested, if the instructor wants her to.)

Sure, they can do little skits, apparently Oriol over there used to be in a theater troupe before they turned bandit and all got sentenced to the Wound and he'll play too. It lightens the mood.

Unsurprisingly to anyone who's been in a room with her for five minutes, Venn is great at little skits, and when she drops character, she's grinning (a big display of emotion locally, but still actually rather restrained for her).

Some people laugh at her in a way that is about that and not the quality of her performance but they then move on to the next participant's question, which is a hypothetical about how much they would be obligated to feed a giant. (The treaty doesn't have this but arbitration precedent from seventeen years ago does: they are not obligated to feed anyone who eats more than a horse, such individuals should get Rings of Sustenance. They also don't have to house a giant indoors.)

(She notices and doesn't really mind - if she'd want to avoid attention, she'd control her facial expressions. She does take note of who laughs unkindly, though.)

Huh! She did not know that about the giants. It's an interesting tidbit of trivia to store away in her brain.

Anything interesting afoot afterwards?

(Chelish people do not really know how to laugh kindly.)

After class there is -

- an announcement in the mess hall? People passing through stop to hear what's going on while everyone who was already present settles down.

She will definitely go check that out! 

The announcement that there is an announcement consists of Grec standing on a table, just like Venn did to sing for people, and waiting until he's got critical mass.

"All right, shut up, everyone," he says, when he does. "Word's come in from neighbors on both sides now. All our clerics woke up without spells this morning. We have to presume it's the whole line. Artigas remains in command. If you've simply just fucking got to check in with him in person without me there then Farre y Puig and Bartra are both acceptable substitutes, but nobody goes to his office without one of the three of us, I don't care who you are because who you might be is fucking always a succubus. I'm still second. Our orders stand. And to tide us over while the guy next door scrapes together a devil calling arrangement he thinks holds up we are borrowing that there song-sorceress who's got a healing song." He points at Venn. "Couple weeks. She's not to patrol, so we've got her all to ourselves. If you want to know what happened to your favorite Chosen the answer is that Ventura's dead and we're hunting down the following as deserters -" A few names. "The rest? They'll see you in weapons classes catching up. They're soldiers like everybody else here. Keep order."

What? That - that's the kind of thing that happens when a God dies -

THE GOSSIP IS A LOT LOUDER NOW

...Do they seem scared? She starts humming quietly, not putting any magic into it just yet, as she scans the crowd with concern.

Mix of scared and angry and incredulous denial.

She doesn't draw attention to herself, but she slips towards the center of the room and pours magic into her humming, making it a bit louder but mostly low enough to be mistaken for the conversations happening all around her. 

Without an obvious source, edges of the fear start slipping off the minds of the people in the room, courage bolstering their hearts. 

(She can't keep this up too long, even using the trick where she pulses her magic on and off, but in times like this, even a minute can make a huge difference.)

This pushes the mix a little toward "anger" but one person says "we buried a hell of a lot of people yesterday, who wants to go pray to Pharasma with me before anyone officially tells us we're allowed, see if we can reach her from Neutral Evil" and then that sets the tone.

!! She volunteers (in her quite distinctive voice) to come pray to Pharasma with them.

"Well you're not Neutral Evil."

"Idiot, it doesn't matter, she can be Neutral Anything. Neutral Blue. Whatever."

She laughs (warmly, but not a giggle. She's not flirting, here.) "Neutral Blue, yeah! One step from Pharasma." 

They commandeer an empty classroom and all try to figure out how to see if Pharasma will cleric anybody.

Venn drudges up everything she's ever heard about Pharasma and her church, which turns out to be quite a lot - enough to lead a bit of an impromptu seminar.

Wow that's really useful okay.

Nobody gets clericed right then and there but it helps to be doing something.

Huh! That gives her an idea, actually. 

She asks Grec if he can take her to the Commander when he has some free time.

"- yes, all right, what about?"

"Making myself useful!" 

She outlines what she's thinking.

Grec starts leading her up the stairs to the office while she's still mid-ramble. He knocks twice and then casts a Light on his belt knife for some reason and then the door opens.