Lion Head Mesa shadow and bone

As she takes a breath and prepares to speak further on the topic, the mazoi arrives with a question.
Ah - this is one, Sullivan Neverwinter. He was asking about our people and their beliefs.
Suddenly Nazli felt like a child being caught in a forbidden place. She did not think the gods were meant to be withheld from others. She wanted to step back and let Khusobek do the talking now, feeling the urge to bow and silence herself as a fellahin was expected to do - but, held firmly there.