Serious Talk With God Lok
"This…" his lips trembled, "is he the first god you accepted your blessing from?"
And I nodded. "He told me a tale about your race, but he didn't specify how I can help. So I'm asking you again, Lok, how can I help?"
"Well… I'm very appreciative of your kind gesture, but it's impossible for someone like you to help."
After a moment of pause and disbelief, he said such a useless response. Of course I wouldn't speak about my plans with Sith here. Sith was a higher god, someone who wouldn't let anyone prey over his meeting this easily.
But this dude here wasn't like Sith. My plans should remain as secretive as long as possible.
"You know I heard that your race still has few gods surviving around the universe," as I decided not to explain myself here, I tried to change the approach, "do you have a shrine or something?"
"Shrine is a thing we can't have," he shook his head, "after all we belong to different shrines of our race. Myself, for example, belongs to the rage shrine."