"I only hope to see you respect them, as I do. Now tell me truly—why have you come today?"
"I am pursued of late by a dream," you explain, "but this is no sleeper's fancy. It is a vision, I am sure of it. It feels like a memory of the future, growing closer every day."
"How can you be sure?" Belairon asks. "Have you ever had a vision?"
"In my homeland, all mortals did," you reply. "It was our destiny's way of speaking to us. But such things are an unfamiliar occurrence here in Khovros."
"Unfamiliar, but not unknown," Belairon reveals. "In days of old, Vhyrian would sometimes take hold of a mortal's destiny—provided, of course, they possessed powers the god required. Such a thing would have been considered a great honor."
Honor or not, the thought of having your destiny stolen away by Vhyrian disgusts you. Yet you are unsure whether you should admit this to Belairon, having already spoken brusquely to him once today. You say…