As Exile entered Eraldsfen, an annoyed looking Ania appeared in his vision as she walked towards him. 'Seems like she's pissed I didn't look for her when I arrived...' Exile let out a sigh. However, no matter how upset she was, he was her god. He could not be seen to apologise to her or even slightly acknowledging he had done something wrong just to keep her happy.
His expression turned solemn as he stared at her. Startling her slightly. 'Sometimes I think she forgets I'm a god...' Exile sighed as they approached each other.
"Lord Exile..." Ania let out a tense smile as she bowed slightly, catching the attention of the villagers nearby. "What can I do for you?"
Seeing Ania talking to empty air caused a bit of a ruckus as the villagers stopped their work to come over and listen to what she had to say. None of them was devout enough to be able to see or hear Exile. But it was moments like this that helped to solidify their faith in the gods being real.
