[center][h1][color=#B4C1C9]Fyodor Strelnikov[/color][/h1][/center]

"And from what I've heard, the deities of Tir na Og are some of the more... personable ones, for lack of a better word. They're not actively malevolent or destructive, but they're not overly righteous either. They're not as desperate to impose their will on mortals as some other deities are. They're just there. They're existing, like the rest of us. I think we need more deities like that."

This, more than any other of Ulgad's reasons, struck a chord with Fyodor. He thought of the gods of his homeland. Of the Morninglord, who hadn't answered a prayer in over three hundred years. Of Mother Night, who had forsaken his people and cursed their land for the offences of ancestors centuries dead. How different a place would the land Fyodor had left behind be were its gods like those of the Celtic pantheon?

[color=#B4C1C9]"I can imagine the advantages."[/color] Fyodor said in response to both Ulgad's words and his own mind's question. Fyodor took another sip of wine. As he drank, his mind posed another question. Though Fyodor had no reason to doubt the truth of any answer Ulgad had given, did the gnoll decide to omit a reason or two? He did decide to join the expedition right after hearing that Fyodor had been assigned to it after all. Fyodor didn't bother voicing the question though. Even if his hunch was correct, whether or not Ulgad was keeping a reason secret didn't really matter. Helping those who had been affected by the disappearance was what mattered.