(bold in a bad way, not bold in a good way. voryn hums to himself, feathering touch over the tassels that hang from the curtain's binding ropes. bold he's never minded, but if it's not to visitors' tastes, then what's the point? it has to be appealing.

removing himself from the curtain, voryn takes liem's advice and keeps searching.)

You turned out rather stately for someone born from human parents, (he replies, forcing liem to experience another microaggression.) I should like to know how your genetics changed so drastically—did you know that there are gods for everything?

(the interruption of his own thought is droll, and voryn smirks at liem to express his wryness. while he would never look down on others for worshipping something he does not, secular of mind and heart, there is still the tone of someone who is intolerant of how fucking many gods there are. reality is much bigger than anyone anticipated.)

This is a unique god to be affiliated with, however. Most seek power and status through worship, or wild pleasures and so forth. It sounds as though you like good business and a firm set of traditions. I can understand and appreciate this.