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Not only was the man crazy, he had a twisted imagination and a cultish behaviour. Dwin felt both impressed and a bit worried at the same time. Up until this moment, she had heard about weirdos, but they had been just as real to her as unicorns. Imaginary characters, occasionally villains, more often - harmless idiots. This man was very real and could only be described as... as... potentially dangerous fool. He believed his fairy-tales and this - according to Dwin - was not right. 

"Why are you so sure that the gods gave you that message instead of something that your imagination cooked up during the early hours of the morning?" she asked curiously. "I have to admit that I am not a woman of faith and I do not judge anyone else, who have this special connection with the diving, except... if we are miniature reflections of, what gods are, wouldn't that mean that all our good traits and flaws are also multiplied to the extreme? What if the god of yours is wrong?" she asked, curious to hear his explanation. If he managed to pull forward good arguments, she would add to his three word description another one. Convincing.