Taeus Williams

*he tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat. He's never been this close to a god before, and the thought of speaking to one is overwhelming. He clears his throat and manages to get out a few words.* "W-who are you?"

question is, *he begins, voice soft yet deep, not scolding, simply inquiring* who do you think you are, to try to bring back from the void what was meant to be forgotten

*he is taken aback by the question, his mind spinning with confusion. He had always believed that the gods were kind and merciful, but this one seems to have no mercy. He swallows hard, trying to stay calm.* "I-I'm the leader of the cult of The Faded Divine. We believe that the gods can be brought back if enough people believe in them."