After a day of much-needed rest, Dean, an early riser, found himself seated in the majestic grand hall of the village chief. He had specifically requested this meeting, as there were countless matters left unresolved that he needed to discuss with the revered ancient being.
Among these pressing matters, there was one that gnawed at Dean's mind incessantly. It wasn't just a passing curiosity; rather, it ignited a burning desire within him to unravel the truth about the gods. He yearned to transcend the well-worn tales that had been ingrained in his consciousness a million times over.
Deep in thought, Chief Ravkan listened intently to Dean's question. His weathered face remained serene for a moment, hinting at a fleeting smile before he began to respond.
