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silvertongue's mouth curved. "i am not a leader in swiftcurrent." her tone did not change, but the words held a new message. anything faust sought would not have its root in her. she played a role, and she played it even more strongly away from that which she knew. a tactic of survival, had she the words to say it. "i do not wish to speak of journeys any longer. tell me, faust," meeting his eye with a boldness she should not possess in his camp, "is darukaal religious at all? i am familiar with the worship of many gods. but you do not appear to have any."