"Fate guides all our feet everywhere," he averred, chin canting down for a moment that his eyes might evaluate the lad as they retraced their steps to the outside. There would be time enough to explore the Temple of Ionu another day, but one could easily make the argument that the entire city was a temple to the deity of illusion. Ifran walked, seemingly ready to take elegant steps wherever the Drykas led him. Perhaps Lhex did take an active role in the placement of their feet, but wiser men than Ifran had broken their brains against the aloof manner of that old god. "That seems an odd question in the city whose patron deity gifts its chosen with the power to work seemings. No, I have no particular qualms against the use of magic, unless it be used against me." He gave a jackal-grin at that, strange and almost feral from such an ordered, calm, and disciplined face. |