He grinned, and nodded. "Because part of you already knows the truth. Faith is a strange thing, in my experience. Those who spout their faith the loudest have least, and what they really have is a greed for power. You don't spout it, you are the type that keeps it in your heart, proves it through your actions.<br/><br/>And what makes you think that anything I will say will prove that you can trust me? I am a thief, a mage, a trickster, a dragon blooded human, or was the last before I died and ascended. You have no reason to trust me, except for the fact that your birth mark matches my holy symbol almost exactly, and I will freely admit that you added the last detail that perfects it. I am chaotic nearly to the point of crazy, though I did that with a purpose. Those antics back there? To get two of your people out before they were tossed onto an alter and had their throats torn out and hearts removed. They are out now, finished leaving right when you showed up, actually, and I doubt any but you have noticed. They were disgusted and tired of those niggling doubts that this religion was the best for them.<br/><br/>Sorry, went on a tangent. Why should you trust me, when I appear to be everything you abhor? Because I will give you the freedom to pick your own path, even if that means opposing me. I will, however, stop you if you do that, or a number of other things, likely with as much force as needed, but if you wish to leave peacefully, you can. I detest the idea behind slavery, though I see why some would be attracted to it. I like the live and let live while having fun policy. And that wasn't an attack. I can show you an attack if you want. I could destroy this plane, if I really tried, though I doubt I would exist long after that. But how about we spar and I can prove that if I wanted, there was nothing you could do to stop me?"