Talion surveyed the street for a few moments before sitting beside the priest on the bench.  The scent of the various teas from the shop behind them drifted on the dry wind, faintly enticing.  So the sea god was demanding this human sacrifice, was he?  There was that feeling again.  That feeling that this wasn't right, wasn't how it was supposed to be.<br/><br/>But as Innora went on, he felt doubt.  What if he was wrong?  He said it himself earlier, he wasn't a scholar or a savant.  What did he know from gods?  She talked about how the sea held dangers and Maur Azur kept them at bay.  Again, it felt wrong.  But was it actually?  Her faith was eating at his confidence.  An impressive thing.<br/><br/>He smiled a little at her request, "Kersinta."  The lithe, lovely youth licked his lips.  "Of course, I'll find her."  And talk to her about all of this and whether she wanted to be served to the god for his uses.  "What can you tell me about her?  About who might have taken her and where?  And..."  He paused, "I need to know what happens to those women chosen who don't bear him a child and get returned to shore."