Despite the rather positive outcome if Jigano's antecedent Mel did not appear to be any less suspicious of the practice of prayer. She had once convened with beings of vast power at steep expense - while the adage advised never to look a gift horse in the mouth, Mel still desperately wanted to crank that's pony's jaw open and examine its dental work extensively.
"What do you offer to gods?" Her side twitched where it had been let open by her own hand, and though she expected the bard to admit no horrors, no tales of still beating hearts or souls, she did not trust him to exactly be telling the truth. This blind willingness to worship stank of frightening zealotry and the potential for unintentional consequences.
"What do you offer to gods?" Her side twitched where it had been let open by her own hand, and though she expected the bard to admit no horrors, no tales of still beating hearts or souls, she did not trust him to exactly be telling the truth. This blind willingness to worship stank of frightening zealotry and the potential for unintentional consequences.
