[ perhaps you worship the wrong god, needling like the shadows in the cursed lands, calling him to another aspect of the weave. preying on temptation and doubt, just as fragment within him did. bhaal has never appealed to him, but gale isn’t so holy as to have never considered alternatives to his present supplication. what would it mean to serve one who would see him ascendant? who would not consider him a servant, but rather an equal?

he doesn’t know, and he likely won’t get the chance to learn, beyond conversing with orin. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Orin. [ The irony of this statement isn’t lost on him, with the pain lancing through his side. ]

Ah, yes and no. Mystra appeared to me when I was only a boy. [ eight, when the great elminster sought him out on her behalf, and already slinging fireballs about the garden. ] The gods mould us in their image, so we might better serve.

[ Shar took Shadowheart at a young age, too, and Vlaakith — the goth belong to her from birth. ]