gone to hell

Arialla's clear distress at the loss of her God was hard to see and Sam looked away out of a mix and respect and discomfort. There was nothing he could really say that wasn't a lie to make the situation better; at least he could provide her with the request. "Yes, we have a temple for our Gods. There are shrines about the land too, for different Gods. I would recommend you find an offering and get settled somewhere before you try to pray, though. They can be...temperamental." They entered into the Domiciles proper and Sam smiled at the few people he knew as they passed, ignoring the glances at his new companion with her odd clothing. Upon hearing Arialla refer to the Voice as 'his' Goddess, Sam paused for a moment, wondering if he had really been so obvious. Well, there was no hiding it now, he supposed, and he didn't like having to be secretive anyway. "Because she is trying to be one of their equals and they are proud. Traditionalists. They want things to stay as they always have been." It was clear from the tone in his voice he did not approve of this motivation. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child