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He laughed because he knew them, he knew what they wanted to achieve through patronizing wolves like Phocion was just trying to do with Keelut. They thought they knew the world but, how could they? Each and every single creature on earth seemed to believe a different story, even if they claimed their souls were aligned under the same religion. How could a simple mortal know the workings of the universe, how could a wolf be king of the world and how could anyone ever fathom the ways of their sun?

Still Keelut listened to Phocion's mythos, reacting to every inflection and expression accordingly, lifting his nose to the sun when Phocion did and looking back at him when he did the same, yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't force himself to feel any involvement in the story. The priest, though... He did really believe these things, didn't he?

At the end of the tale Keelut chuckles in awe, merely a reflection he's developed since his infancy. That was quite a story, my friend, he congratulates the man with a smile. He had an impressive talent for narrating, which was a trait Keelut would always admire in a wolf. Eventually Keelut is asked about his name, which he supposes he cannot hide much longer. Keelut Vaekar, he gives away carelessly. Excuse me Phocion but I must be confused... You said before that peace would be restored only through faith but... Now you claim that the sun's reign of terror will not end until her mother kills her... he notes, intentionally questioning the priest's conviction. If he wanted to convince Keelut of anything he would have to try a bit harder.

But in the end all the moon-priest's efforts proved futile, for Keelut's conviction in his own belief was immovable. Eventually Keelut found his patience running out and dismissed himself from the valley. Perhaps one day he would find a man capable of shaking his mind, but today was not that day.

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