Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

Sure, it did come as a surprise that this strange woman and her clan worshipped a big fiery disk up in the sky, yet he'd heard stranger things during his travels. Many of the northern empires he had passed on his way down south gave thanks to one being or another, so religion wasn't exactly alien to him. Of course, he hadn't fully experienced being immersed within a group of believers. "Absolutely," he spoke in reply, doing well to conceal the twang of guilt for their rulers that he would eventually be leaving this place, yet Thuringwethil and her companions came first. Always.

"I would ask more about this... Daystar," he began again, his gaze full of mild curiosity this time around. "But please, tell me your name before I go any further. I'm guessing it's not 'Grand Vicar.'"