The Sunspire I got tired of the song and decided not to start a new one

Wraen had wanted for a wrench in that fluff and butterflies image she had conjured about the nice man here and she had got it now. Because him speaking about worshipping gods made her a little more wary of the guy. Weren't there stories about outwardly harmless fellows, who turned out to be psychos? She measured him with a thoughful look - he did not seem like that. But, how could she know for sure?

Maybe asking more questions was a way to go - the more she knew - and he seemed very willing to provide answers - the better impression she could get of him. Therefore... "You are a man of belief then?" she asked, keeping her expression polite and interessed. "Tell me more about your gods, please!"