"Another point for Nadriina. A scroll on the alter along with something else... AH! That would be perfect. One moment."<br/><br/>He concentrated, and after ten minutes he had two simple, leatherbound books that had a slight magic aura, and only the title on the cover, The Truth. "There, something for the believers to contemplate. So, two stops. And not as myself. They don't need a showing from the divine one while still trying to make it 'acceptable,' though I am not one of those 'proper' gods that have to have a ceremony before every mention of their name, let alone something important."<br/><br/>He contemplated the book, which would change its contents to the person reading it, forcing them to think. Perfect for the religion he was starting. He stood up, and looked at Kamariel. "Coming? This hopefully won't take long, and having my nanny should help me stay out of trouble. Of course, this IS Kamariel we are talking about, so maybe the trouble will be easier to find..."<br/><br/>He gave Kamariel a grin as he dodged out of reach, before altering his appearance to look nothing like himself. A good half foot shorter, with brown hair, brown eyes, and slightly pointed ears, looking like a half elf. He grumbled for a moment before giving himself his draconic senses back, and then looking up. He was wearing a suit of leather armor with a tunic over it and carrying a longsword and kite shield, with a boomerang and a couple other odd looking items on his belt. A simple bag on his back which read as a bag of holding if someone used detect magic on it completed the outfit. Once Kamariel was ready, he teleported them to outside the city of Brindol, and headed toward the temple.