Languidly, Frey shrugs their shoulders. "What use is a shrine in a region where there is no one to use it? The Grounds have gone to the Ancients." For the most part, anyway. "You would be better off asking my more self-admiring counterparts. Much as I like the opportunity for you all to come to me, I'm not bothered if a lack of shrines makes it hard. There's something to be said for a little effort, no?" Letting their eyes slide back towards Tal, they offer him a feline grin for his confusion.
"You don't live in the Grounds either, so why do you care about what shrines bear witness to whose bended knee?" Raising a brow, they exhale slowly. "There also isn't a shrine for me in your new home. Or to Ludo and Mort, as it happens. And yet you focus your attentions north."
"You don't live in the Grounds either, so why do you care about what shrines bear witness to whose bended knee?" Raising a brow, they exhale slowly. "There also isn't a shrine for me in your new home. Or to Ludo and Mort, as it happens. And yet you focus your attentions north."
