[ He furrows his brow a little at being called a cleric. Is that what he is...? Is that his place is here now?
Much to think about, the joking tone going over his head. Jokes are supposed to have a kernel of truth to them, aren't they? And he's never been one to really hold that sort of role. Or at least, he didn't think he was. Amos is supposed to be helping the new guys out, help them see that Zenith is the way to go, and now this kid's given him something to think about.
... Later. Probably later. Amos blinks, snapping back to attention as Therion actually has a question for him. A relevant one. And he's already tried his hand at the sales job — cleric — so now it really is just straight, honest facts. ]
No magic. [ Whatever little existential crisis he was on before is gone now, expression smoothed out and voice back to conversational. ] Probably no home, either. I mean, the people here're understanding. Nobody's expecting you to leap in right now. But eventually the stipends'll stop, and you won't exactly get any favours. Everyone gets it now — your world died, you got nothing other than the clothes on your back, you need a bit of help getting on your feet.
[ A beat. Thoughtful pause. ]
But there's a war going on. Eventually, folks're gonna want you to pick a side. Just the way things are.
[ He figures that one is probably a universal truth. ]
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Much to think about, the joking tone going over his head. Jokes are supposed to have a kernel of truth to them, aren't they? And he's never been one to really hold that sort of role. Or at least, he didn't think he was. Amos is supposed to be helping the new guys out, help them see that Zenith is the way to go, and now this kid's given him something to think about.
... Later. Probably later. Amos blinks, snapping back to attention as Therion actually has a question for him. A relevant one. And he's already tried his hand at the sales job — cleric — so now it really is just straight, honest facts. ]
No magic. [ Whatever little existential crisis he was on before is gone now, expression smoothed out and voice back to conversational. ] Probably no home, either. I mean, the people here're understanding. Nobody's expecting you to leap in right now. But eventually the stipends'll stop, and you won't exactly get any favours. Everyone gets it now — your world died, you got nothing other than the clothes on your back, you need a bit of help getting on your feet.
[ A beat. Thoughtful pause. ]
But there's a war going on. Eventually, folks're gonna want you to pick a side. Just the way things are.
[ He figures that one is probably a universal truth. ]