He smirked, and put the sword back in its sheath, though now loose for ease of drawing. "Which part? The boon, or the World War?"<br/><br/>At her answer, he shrugged and replied. "I was selected as a champion by four gods. Rather than keep all four active at a time, I usually make do without, and only activate the one I am most likely to need at a given time. Your patron Bahamut is one, his destructive sister is the other, my daughter is the third, and Lord Death decided to get in on the act when I accidentally pulled my soul loose and ended up in his domain for a quick visit when I was fighting the Jortund troll war chief.<br/><br/>I try to not use the second much, it is a bit... too much like I was back home. Or rather, like I was trying to not be back home. Shall we keep going? I am sure you would rather not be here longer than you have to."