Atrius was not an atheistic man, in a world where the power of the gods was manifest--even in his small village--only madmen and fools ignored the gods. No, Atrius knew that the gods were real, and that is why he was so frustrated. He listened to the elder monk's words trying to make sense of it and all he got where a bunch of answers about how they had no idea why things were happening the way they were. They hadn't even really answered any of his questions. It was becoming a fairly tired routine, but he supposed the blame did not lie with the disciples but the master instead. When the butterfly flew into the room and the monks treated it as if it were some dire wolf Atrius had to hold back a smirk.<br/><br/>He knew that this was probably some kind of portent and a divine message, but he was not in the mood for the gasping of a bunch of monks nor the desires of gods. Gingerly, and with the hand of a master woodsman he scooped up the butterfly and began walking toward the window, "I will not deal with any magical maiden that the gods deign to be important, if she can kill gods she better be able to damn well defy them too." He put the butterfly down on the windowsill, "Go on, butterfly, we have no need of your message today."<br/><br/>He walked back over to the girl and squatted down to where his mouth was more or less level with her ear. "If you're so damned power, so damned important, then you can damn well wake up all by yourself, girl." He stood up and crossed his arms. If he was somehow linked to this god-killing maiden then the least she could do was listen.