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"Well, life would be very dull, if I did not think a lot at all," Dwin shot back, feeling slightly insulted by the way he had said this. As if critical thinking, which was one of her most prized qualities, was a flaw or imperfection of sorts. "But I agree that my life would probably be a lot simpler, if I did not think so much and just..." followed, whatever moronic thought comes to my mind or someone else tells me! "...live, I guess. Thinking too much can slow you down." He could take it as a compliment, an insult or her admission of him being right. 

"But don't you think blindly worshipping them, no-questions-asked do-as-I-told-you kind of worshipping could endanger your livelihood? I mean, you are useful to gods as long as you are alive, aren't you? Since - I assume - your particular breed of gods do not have a solid corporeal form and therefore their opportunities to interact with the living are somewhat limited? Say - they can talk to you only," oh, god, well, that would be awful, wouldn't it. Talking to the only crazy person you have managed to make a connection with and they turn out to be... boring. Makes you feel sorry for them...

"What kind of ritual did you do to make them choose you? How did you convince that out of thousands of fellows, who have done the same ritual at some point, you were the best suited for the job?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Asking for a friend - you never know, how a godly interference may come handy for you!"