He didn't want to be blatant, and thus recoiled more when his gesture was overlooked. Of course it was, he wasn't exactly waving his hand before the dark skinned individual and there were distractions. One of those he saw further ahead; a warrior elf he started to stare at and wasn't able to look away from. Was this warrior practical to include? He wondered, and wondered, too, if 'his' group wasn't becoming too big for his skills.<br/><br/>The conversation on deities had him turn his attention back to the small gathering closer to himself. Wasn't he clothed as a priest? He was, indeed. Maybe he should say something, now. Draw them in in one or the other manner.<br/><br/>"You do not believe in anything?" he asked the dark skinned being, as he'd been last to speak, the voice of the hooded, cloaked being so much between a male's and a female's voice, it was still impossible to make out his gender. "I would have thought everyone had some sort of belief. If anything, the belief in themselves and the world around them."<br/><br/>He shouldn't have worded that last bit, he thought. It was dangerously close to his own thoughts and views.