Surprise flickers over Liem’s expression. In the time since he first arrived in Horos, he’s made his previous profession known to several of the people he’s spoken with, and some of those had asked to know what kind of god Abadar was, or wanted to know what was expected from his clergy. But this is the first time anyone has ever expressed more than just a cursory interest in the subject, after he’d already given his initial explanation.

“I would gladly share with you more of what I know.”

For a moment, he feels a keen pang of loss for the holy book he’d carried with him through his travels, even for some of his time in the Regent’s service. He would have liked to be able to read passages from it, or even just hold the sturdy leather binding in his hands again. But now… he’s already called up a memory, and his book isn’t in this one. His ordinary memories will have to do.

“When you are less busy, and we both have some idle time. You have only to ask.”