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[color=steelblue][b]"Sure, why not spare a moment for theology?"[/b][/color][/center][right][sup]Direct Mentions: [@Quest Abandoner][@Thunder999999][@Spoopy Scary][@Simple Unicycle][@LC][/sup][/right][hr][hr]

At the look of childlike wonder that quickly melted into sheer horror on the Bosmer's face, Caddach's gaze softened slightly as a noticeably awkward smile came to his face; Realizing quite quickly that he might've put his foot in his mouth there, with what little he knew about the intricacies and implications of the Green Pact. Having only read about it in books and heard of it through his grandmother... who herself, only spoke of it so a much younger Caddach would understand the wider context of her own Druidic beliefs. Her question only serving to [i]exacerbate[/i] the rather tricky spot he'd dug himself into; While Caddach was about as pious as any other average man in Cyrodiil, he was by no means a [i]Priest[/i] of any sort, so the lad wasn't exactly sure he was qualified to give an appropriate answer.

For the moment, however, he cast a sidelong to the verbose gentleman with the very long name and the silver tongue he'd made that joke about earlier, back in the cell. Addressing him first;

[color=steelblue]"...Sounds a bit like Black Marsh, just with less humidity."[/color] He noted with a bit of a lighthearted snort and a shrug. [color=steelblue]"And as for Vvardenfell? I wouldn't know. My family makes a point of not dealing in slaves or with slavers, so the Great Houses of Morrowind weren't exactly apt to invite us over for dinner when I was growing up."[/color]

Adding while glancing between him and his fellow Breton;

[color=steelblue]"...And I was more trying to find a polite way of saying that most from Valenwood that come up here tend to hail from the [i]cities—[/i] like Arenthia or Woodhearth— which our friend here [i]clearly[/i] doesn't. Made me a bit curious, is all."[/color]

And with those words said, Caddach's gaze then shifted back to the Bosmer as he crossed his arms in contemplation for a moment. Chewing on his lip and furrowing his brow a little before deciding to just... channel a bit of his grandmother for a moment and try to explain things in the same way the Bosmer had just spoken to him.

[color=steelblue]"Y'ffre speaks to all, friend... but in these lands north of your green home, few realize they're being spoken to and fewer still are bound by his Pact— or even know of it. More than that, these lands carry many more voices than his alone."[/color] The young man said after a moment. His voice taking on a slightly softer, yet more serious tone. [color=steelblue]"Just as the Spinner speaks to us in birdsong and the swaying of trees, so to does Kynareth sing to us through the winds that caress our faces and the rains that water our fields and cool our tempers... and she herself is only one of Nine. Each of whom talk to us in their own way."[/color]

Cocking his head to the side slightly and offering a small, disarming smile, he continued. Uncrossing his arms and adopting a more casual stance, with his thumbs looping over his belt slightly.

[color=steelblue]"The Storyteller's songs are not unknown to all of us however... though his words carry slightly differently in places away from the green of Valenwood; Much like how you may have noticed that the people here speak in a way that you'd find odd back home."[/color] Caddach said, indicating towards himself with his thumb. [color=steelblue]"For example, to the people of my mother's mother, he is known as the Green King, and they— the Druids of the Systres, an island chain far to the west— are charged with the defense of his Earthbones and the maintenance of balance between the people and the nature that surrounds them... though they are not bound by the Pact as you are. It is through her that I learned to take from the wilds only what I need— game, herbs and the like— to leave nothing to waste and to share my bounty with those who need it."[/color]

With his piece said— hopefully to the Bosmer's satisfaction— Caddach then stood up a little straighter, casting his eyes towards the Emperor and all the Blades surrounding him. The young man's expression hardening slightly, though that same dry wit from earlier began to bubble back to the surface through the little rueful smirk that came to his face as he stepped away.

[color=steelblue]"In any case, we should keep moving."[/color] He said over his shoulder to the lot of them. [color=steelblue]"I can tell you from experience that the Captain's got one [i]hell[/i] of a temper and a firm backhand; So it probably ain't a good idea to let her think that we're lollygagging or slowing the group down."[/color]

Though he added with one final grin towards the Bosmer;

[color=steelblue]"Besides, if Y'ffre has truly guided you here... then running into the bloody [i]Emperor[/i] of all people is probably a good sign he's got something big in store for ya."[/color]