A discrete offering to Sylaise

Devante rolled his eyes. Sylaise? What do you want with the Elvhen gods, Mesonero? There was an edge to his voice, an uncertainty. He did not like the idea of humans treading where only Elves should.

Somewhere, deeply rooted in his heritage, it felt wrong. Why are you visiting Elvhen places of worship, in the first place? He's a bit more aware now, as he followed the other.