Ara makes a mental note of the gnome's comment as he moves back to open a path for her, absently motioning for the child to follow. He hadn't realized just how crowded this event was going to be when he left the chapel's library... Still, it was a break from the seemingly endless stream of information he was sifting through, so he can't really complain. And the festival is truly interesting, especially given his own faith's disinclination towards major ceremonies.<br/><br/>As he waits for her to resume leading, Ara goes about answering her question. It's the same rhetoric he's been reciting since his arrival, so at this point it simply rolls off the tongue.<br/><br/>"Well, much like our mutual acquaintance, Mr. Ausk, I am a pilgrim. Only where his pilgrimage is one of worship, mine is of scholarship." Every word true, if only superficial. "I am collecting and recording tales of the many gods of Golarion, so that they may be kept for posterity. And every now and again, I get to experience something like this festival, which makes the book-work so much more enjoyable."<br/><br/>After a moment, he speaks up again. "I must compliment you, by the way. You're one of the first people outside of the chapel to recognize my holy symbol as something other than simply a braided bracelet."