Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Amalia was graceful about what was potentially a disappointing answer, something that Gideon admired. He knew how it was to work endlessly for the God's approval and receive lukewarm reception in response, but he had worked hard to understand it, that the efforts of a mortal would always seem like nothing to a divine being.
"Ah, yes. He told me about your Climb trip to find Safrin's water. Good luck." He wished her, genuinely meaning it: a cure for those deserving of it was an honourable goal, and for it to be delivered through the gifts of an Old Gods was wonderful. As for his own journeys, he could only shrug. "For the most part, simple curiosity. I haven't spent much time in the Citadel before, and...well. It is a remarkable place, isn't it?"
Her theological question was an interesting one. "I can't say I do inherently know. I can see that people are loved, intensely, by the Gods, which might be a good hint, but without them telling me?" Gideon shrugged. "It's more a matter of guesswork. You might be interested to know I'm beginning to suspect you might be one."
"Ah, yes. He told me about your Climb trip to find Safrin's water. Good luck." He wished her, genuinely meaning it: a cure for those deserving of it was an honourable goal, and for it to be delivered through the gifts of an Old Gods was wonderful. As for his own journeys, he could only shrug. "For the most part, simple curiosity. I haven't spent much time in the Citadel before, and...well. It is a remarkable place, isn't it?"
Her theological question was an interesting one. "I can't say I do inherently know. I can see that people are loved, intensely, by the Gods, which might be a good hint, but without them telling me?" Gideon shrugged. "It's more a matter of guesswork. You might be interested to know I'm beginning to suspect you might be one."
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
