"Ah, how interesting. That's quite a distance." Ezekiel had rarely been out of the village, let alone the country; it was rare that he met someone from that far away. "It's wonderful to meet you, Miss Garret-Scroggs. What a unique position to be in." To be a companion to a god certainly did seem like a heavy task, to say the least. But if one was raised as he would assume she was raised, it's not an impossible one. It was surprising to realize that a priestess could find the time to raise a daughter, or have a love that wasn't the love of their god.
Sometimes he longed for those days again, but they were well behind him. Nothing more than another bad decision from his youth.
He listened to Draken go on about the dragon. He had always guessed that in his short lifespan he would never come to fully understand dragon culture and the technicalities of it, but with each passing snippet from him came an affirmation that he would only know next to nothing. "My name is Ezekiel Verdirosi; I am the priest of this church and head servant to my Lord." He figured that the woman had come to that conclusion already, and it was added for formalities sake more than anything.
While it wasn't a completely foreign concept, the idea of holy items as a thank you gift was never fully understood by Ezekiel. It was a thin line, treating all dragons with the proper respect they deserved and remaining clearly monotheistic to his Lord, and he wasn't always sure where that line lay. He gave a nod, deciding that it was a safe move, "Certainly. I am grateful for your generosity." Upon feeling the dragon come up behind him, he relaxed, ceasing to take into consideration every aspect of Mohon. After all, if his god had deemed her fine, even helped her, why should he continue to worry? Draken had always given him a safe feeling, a calm feeling.