Into the Dying Sun
A soft sigh from Hawkmoon and he takes a seat on an outcropping.
"I am not much of one for religious debate to be honest. Pelor is the god of light, the sun and creator of most that is good. He is not some minor deity subservient to another, he is the greatest god of good. Sire, I do not wish to talk about your beliefs, and I am starting to get offended by how you belittle my faith. Be done with this diatribe so that we might get on with the business of killing evil, which be something I care much about."
He shakes his head looking at Boris.
"Gods cannot directly intervene upon this plane, which is why mortals such as myself are empowered to act in their stead. Even loyal Mayaheine herself is stripped of much power upon this plane, and she wast born mortal. Sire, if a Paladin of Pelor's champion can keep his preaching to a minimum, then surely you who claims far less involvement can keep your peace upon your beliefs? I beg of you."
He gestures back over to the mountain they came of.
"I found myself awakened within that strange village oddly preserved, and this was not the land that I was to travel prior. With me were several strangers and I suspect we were in some way called, or spirited away. Mayhap we are needed to bring balance to this place, you think?"