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The squirrel glanced between the various idols and statues scattered around the outer walls of the temple, and then back to the two humans. For a brief moment, he wondered if there actually was an idol devoted entirely to Harameus in this place. But surely they would.. he knew that he was not the only Pycon that lived in the city, far from it. If they were going to call themselves the Temple of All Gods, surely they would have all of the gods inside. Or at least, the ones that the city deemed safe to worship. Vayt, Uldur, Rhysol.. of course these would be avoided and forgotten. But Harameus? Surely not. "I see... then can you direct me to Sylir." His frown deepened somewhat - creasing his muzzle in ways a normal squirrels mouth should not turn. But then, he had been told to come to the temple to learn about the Gods.. how could he do that, if none of them were inside the temple anyway?
To make matters worse, the other called out briefly.. but stopped half-way through the sentence. "You.. don't know who Harameus is." And they thought he was ignorant in the ways of the Gods.. "You don't know of the God of Transformation and Alchemy?" He was quite astonished, but.. he had to put it behind him, for now. "Harameus is responsible for the Pycon race.." That would be all he said on the subject. If that didn't prove a need to be worshipped, just as all of the other Gods inside this temple were, then he didn't know what possibly could. He was about ready to turn and try to find Sylir's idol, when his eyes caught upon the stained-glass window the two humans were busy talking beneath. A field... what kind of God took care of the fields?
"Who is this?" His curiosity got the better of him, as he pointed up to the window and looked back to the two of them. A God of Harvest, or something along those lines? He wondered what their priests could do.. make crops grow instantly. A rather strange, but nonetheless useful tool if one ever had the power. Not so useful when confronted with a forest fire, but.. it was something, at the very least.