“Only those invited to such parties would know these sorts of things and the secrets lords and ladies of Dusan share with one another. I have accompanied master, participated, and performed as such events. There is nothing like that in Weiss? Even without the ambiguous sexual morality. I mean as far as the arts. Song and dance.” Altair went on to describe the benefactor that had been described to him. Diens knew of who he spoke of and Altair was hit with the feeling of being insulted. Cygnus had been toying with him, most likely. He doubted a pirate like him would have any connections to a King at all. The other stories were meant to torment him but at least they didn't seem to have any real foundation in Weiss. A small relief, at least.<br/><br/>Diens offered him words that were perhaps meant to make him feel a little better. Coming from someone who was as good as a stranger it was hard to tell but they did reflect Altair's own beliefs, at least partly.<br/><br/>“I was put on this path for a reason. I'm just not sure what that purpose is,” Altair told him. His suffering couldn't be without reason, either. He wasn't prepared to accept it as a pointless act of cruelty. “I was hoping to see an obvious connection between your accepted religion and my own but so far I do not.” Reflecting on his faith had generally been his go-to method and with so many gods to follow it was not unheard of for certain religions to blend into their own. Weiss sounded like a place so far away nothing seemed to mix.<br/><br/>“I've never seen an individual as your King was described. Neither is black hair common in Dusan. It seems to me our cultures couldn't be further apart in nearly every way.” A challenge for sure. “I am curious and will try to learn for however long I am with you.” He was still hopeful in that he would return to familiar shores at some point in the near future, a task he realized would not be an easy one.<br/><br/>“I am going to pray,” Altair decided, uncaring if he supplied that for the reason he was thrown overboard. He needed the strength and he wanted to prove that his faith wasn't so shaken. He didn't have it in him to lower himself to the floor but he didn't think his goddess would mind. Instead, he made himself comfortable and spoke in his language, asking for recovery and guidance. Eventually, his prayers were little more than broken mumbling as the fever continued to rise.