"There are no benevolent gods", Wickid mumbled, barely hearable to the Lalafell besides him. "And even if there are, they certainly do not care."
For a moment, the grim look on his face revealed the pain of his past he carried with him, without any hope to ever be free from it. "But", he continued, as he slowly went down onto his knees. "I do believe in people. Met some pretty goods ones. And I wanna respect their tradition and believes. So, if ya gonna pray... can ya teach me how to follow your example? To pray, for the people?" [This just crossed my mind this morning - do whatever you want with it, and have a great day <3]
Vallencia looked up in surprise. Ever since she had stepped away to find solace in the quiet cavern of Thal's respite, she hadn't noticed that someone had followed her.
Hearing the words of her companion, she closed her book. Her face was serious as she thought about how to reply to the man. As he knelt down in front of her to be able to be on the same eye level, a hint of a smile was on her face.
"Praying to Nald'thal might be different from different religions. We merchants pray to Nald for wealth in life and success in our endeavors, yes, but Thal is the keeper of the dead," the lalafell began to answer slowly. "So while I do hope that the people will recover and be safe, my prayers tend to be more of the type to help them pass on. That their death may be peaceful or at least painless. I think that is the only benevolence Thal can grant us."
Vallencia turned her gaze away as her finger began to play with the corners of her book. "But another way to pray is to pray for your own strength. I pray so I can find a reason to keep healing, to keep helping the people. And I also pray, because I have the certainty that Thal will welcome them in his embrace even if I fail."
Once she finished talking, she fully smiled and looked to Wickid again. It was a smile tinted with sadness. "I doubt this was the answer you were looking for. I am sorry."










