Light a match

Fitz quieted on her question, but he didn’t appear rejoiced at it. “Don’t mock the worship of the lord Nytalen.” There was a stern note to his voice. “No, I don’t think he would just tell you to spread the word when you know so little of it.” Fitz would know if she we earnest about, he would. It was his job to judge and find those good enough, teach the unworthy and mock the foolish who were bound to die either way.

“What is your interest in the south, or was it just the first direction that came to your mind while being compelled?” Fitz had not been southbound yet, so he might as well hear what it was like there if she had information to give. Surely only Fitz would be compelled by his diety, those around here didn’t even know his name until it was spoken. Like a jealous kid over his superhero parent, Fitz would not share that closeness.