Your austere paladin adventurer-buddy. She could do with someone to show her the fun in life.
You and Elara stare at the job board. Only three quests. In the major town in the area. What’s a poor adventurer to do?
Elara sighs. She knows you’re both running out of money, and you have to find SOME work, but she’s a paladin, not a painter. And you?
Well, you’re quite the sorcerer, aren’t you? Conjuring, problem-solving, and with your words, magical or mundane, practically willing your thoughts into existence. Almost like you had some special power.
And it’s a dynamic that works for the two of you: she clears the way by the sword so you can clear the way by the word, or conjure whatever tools make up the difference, questing your way to coin, glory, fun, and –
“Faith.” She says, inhaling deeply, as if solving the problem of unemployment. “We need faith. Do right by the gods. Say your prayers. Live by the law and by faith. That’s what we’ll do. That’s what we need.” She says, seeing stars through the sun-stained bulletins.