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Nope. Dwin's blunder had hit the man right in the face, because his expression changed. That scowl of his could burn her on the spot and leave a pile of ashes. At least it felt that way. She had not wished to insult him, despite her thinking that he was a bit unhinged. 

He admitted not knowing the reasons behind him being chosen by the Dreadfather and he appeared to be confused by the notion that he should have asked anything. Perhaps, this was truly the first time he had ever thought about this and Dwin allowed herself to feel a little bit of smugness for seeding that doubt in him. Even if he left and continued to follow wholeheartedly, that question would not go anywhere. Some thoughts are like that - you cannot get rid of them, no matter, how hard you try. 

"Well, it would not hurt to ask next time he speaks to you," she advised him. "After all, you have probably been a faithful and loyal servant for a long time, maybe you are the only one that the Dreadfather can communicate with effectively. I don't think that the question would change things between you, but honesty - I have heard - helps to deepen the connection," she told. Worked with people, there was no reason, why it should not work with gods either. 

"But then again - I am just a stranger, who tends to drown people in questions," she chuckled. "Maybe that is one of the reasons, why gods avoid me. I would never get any job done."