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I'll not as any why's or wherefore's; I haven't the time to bother even if it were any of me business.

But what would you like to be called, mate?

[ The answer is delayed. ]

My name is Zseiless. [ It sounds close enough to 'Silas' to be indistinguishable for the purposes of this conversation. ] Most here know me as Richard. I'll answer to either.

[Why go by something else? She wants to ask, but- again, not her business.]

Si it is, then. Didn't want to trot out an old shame.

There is plenty of that going around without need of the name.

I’m sorry I left you with the Venatori.

Well, I'd not make it worse, mate.

You needn't. Be sorry, that is. Unless you'd like to be.

I would, [ says Silas, ] so I am.

I'll tell you the story sometime over ale. It involved one of our mages burning down a stable.

Clever little thing, you are. If you've any questions for me, shoot; though I'm not so interesting as a Cleric from another world.

I'd like that. Maker knows I could use more varied company than Barrow, bless his soul.

Could you weather more questions about your Oghma? I'll not poke fun.

What would you think a creature who’d been living in a cave for forty years would want to know about you that he couldn’t deduce from speaking with you?

[ Hypothetically. ]

You’re welcome to ask me whatever you like.

It'd depend on whether it were a Ferelden or Orlesian cave, mate. Everything's details.

[A sigh, a breath, preparing to delve into potentially sensitive and fascinating waters-]

What's she ask of you?

If you’re forcing me to choose, let’s say this particular cave is in Tevinter.

[ Of the nations here, they seem the most inclined to flirt with slavery, blood magic and world domination. ]

He [ a gentle correction ] has encouraged me to assist in an effort to save my home from destruction, against the wishes of my people. Not entirely unlike what we’re expected to do here.

If I met a Vint in a cave I was likely hired to kill him, but I think I have your meaning. [She... she thinks she gets it. She's better with big words than philosophy, or the shape of thoughts over time. Word games, riddles... you can't buy cleverness, she'd learned that quickly, talking to folk who could buy everything else.] I'd tell him I were from the poorest of families. And though the years may seem to match up, I am not a survivor of Ferelden's greatest tragedy since the Occupation; I simply chose a lucky time to leave.

Shhhh- [Course correction-- It only makes sense to her, for a god that actually cares about their followers, should be female.] he seems like a keen God to have. He wants you to save the land for knowledge's sake?

I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.

Some gods are more invested in the welfare of mortals than others.

[ Wherever he is, there’s a faint echo to his voice. ]

He’s been kind to me.

Then he's better than all the gods we have over here. S'why there's no point in tattling. Maker ain't listening anyhow.

[This justification brought to you by poorly remembered religious education.]

If I've to pray for you, it ought to be to Him, innit?

[ He is -- briefly -- stricken to silence.

The moment you realize you’ve done a better job preaching on a plane where your god doesn’t exist than the one you’re from. Also pray for him?? ]

If you’d like. I confess I tend to eschew formality in that regard. But there is comfort in knowing someone cares for you as you are.

Formality? It's just praying.

Or... blimey, you're chosen by a god and you don't pray to Him?

[ Again, there’s a ripple of quiet. Dick opens his mouth. He closes it. He pulls the crystal closer to him at the edge of the bath, as if to lower the volume. ]

It seems disrespectful to ask him for anything under the circumstances.

[ Apart from that one time on the ship -- ]

Which are complicated. [ To clarify. ]

Praying isn't just asking for- [She can feel herself getting loud. A moment, and then-] 'kinell, mate, it's how you say thanks.

In advance?

After! You ain't dead, you got something to be thankful for, you great gobshite.

Inbox - Fade Rift

crystal, not long after the punchening.

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