He of little faith

Loren waited at the shrine until his knees hurt and until the sun began to set. Never let it be said that he would not show proper deference. Besides, it would be just his luck to leave just before the gods deigned to answer his call. So he stayed, far past what he probably should have, far past what was reasonable. He kept his ears and his eyes strained for any sign that his prayer would be answered. Even a negative response would be better than this nothingness that permeated the shrine. But even the Launceleyn was forced to admit defeat soon enough. He bowed his head one last time. "Thank you for the honor of praying to you." Even now, he wanted to make sure he couldn't screw this up, as he'd screwed up so much in his life. Standing, he turned to go, without looking back. It seemed he truly was abandoned in name and in spirit. LOREN Not quite an open book