"My world had gods, yes," he said with a wry smile. "Many, many gods, great and small, good and evil. Some people worshiped only one, others worshiped entire groups, pantheons of them. Others, like myself, paid homage more to a holy ideal that several gods counted among their domains. For myself, that ideal was knowledge, lore in all its forms, and while I called on no specific god, I was blessed by several of those that held it sacred." Brigh, the clockwork goddess of invention; Irori, master of mental and physical perfection; Pharasma, dread goddess of fate and prophecy; Desna, the star-eyed goddess of dreams and travelers. And Casandalee, dear Casandalee, the Iron Goddess who had once been his friend...
Her perceptive question had him chuckling, and he grinned back at her smirk with a wink. "For free? Of course not, craftmistress! I would trade you a fair price for them, at your discretion. And when people ask where I got such fine and beautiful clothes, why, I would tell them your name! Perhaps you could arrange to come visit the Settlement once in a while, to pick up a list of those interested in commissioning you?" Since the humans certainly wouldn't be able to find her, not with the Wildwood spitting them back out over and over again!
Her perceptive question had him chuckling, and he grinned back at her smirk with a wink. "For free? Of course not, craftmistress! I would trade you a fair price for them, at your discretion. And when people ask where I got such fine and beautiful clothes, why, I would tell them your name! Perhaps you could arrange to come visit the Settlement once in a while, to pick up a list of those interested in commissioning you?" Since the humans certainly wouldn't be able to find her, not with the Wildwood spitting them back out over and over again!
