Ilmater, Ilmater... Winslow racks his brain, digging into every bit of religious information he knows, but comes up blank. His head tilts slightly. "I'm afraid I have to admit I'm unfamiliar with Ilmater. My own religious experiences are pretty singular, so perhaps I simply never learned."
As they walk, he ends up crouching by some brush to pick through the branches after seeing something brightly colored in the brambles. Plucking out a tattered doll once he reaches it, he answers.
"I left my home because I no longer wished to be a part of the Undying Court and I'd never been to the city," he finally settles on, which is both true and untrue. He left his religion and it's an offshoot of the undying court, but it's not the actual thing by any stretch.
Close enough. An actual explanation would take hours they don't have and emotional wherewithal Winslow doesn't want to expend.
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As they walk, he ends up crouching by some brush to pick through the branches after seeing something brightly colored in the brambles. Plucking out a tattered doll once he reaches it, he answers.
"I left my home because I no longer wished to be a part of the Undying Court and I'd never been to the city," he finally settles on, which is both true and untrue. He left his religion and it's an offshoot of the undying court, but it's not the actual thing by any stretch.
Close enough. An actual explanation would take hours they don't have and emotional wherewithal Winslow doesn't want to expend.