<div class="floatright">(http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j266/der_kluge/cyn.jpg)</div>Name: Jin<br/>Location: The inn<br/>Tagging: Calathes, Galacia, Brogan<br/><br/>A short outburst of mirth creates a small spike of noise amongst the din of the common room as Jin's attention turns to Galacia. "What makes you think a church sent me? Perhaps I'm a charlatan who only pretends at devoutness? Or perhaps I'm a heretic on the run, here to turn the people against one of the sects?" a playful smile plays across his face before his eyes grow harder, and the grin drains away slowly. "None of those are true, unfortunately, or it would be a far more interesting story. No," he says, taking a piece of the unleavened bread, crunching it softly as he thought a bit more on his next reply. "There are few circumstances where Maered teaches us to get what we want through lies. Action is the best leader, and lies only serve to wrap chains of deceit around those who hear them--or weave them for that matter."<br/><br/>A sip of his drink before he continues, his tone becoming thoughtful, yet becoming more full of convinction by the moment. "There are many chains that bind people to untruths and delusions--both literal and figurative. And ignorance of the proper path, of one's destiny, is one of those. Of course, I don't know the proper path. Not even my own," he shrugs taking another pull at his drink. "Each person has their own path that they must follow, and it is the shackles that others lay upon us, or that we are taught to place upon ourselves, that prevent us from reaching our full potential. Sure, they get along without guidance," he gives a short wave of his hand at the gathered people filling the room, "but how much more fulfilled, how much better off could they be if they knew that each and every one of them had a unique destiny, and a proper path to follow? Something to believe in, that was larger than themselves?"<br/><br/>"That said..." he shifts a little, "it can be hard to figure out one's true path--though not impossible. Just as you said, I'm a guide. I may be able to point out some of the signs on the journey, as both the past and the future are reflected inside each and every one of us, but in the end I'm just a guide, and can only sometimes see just a little farther than any other person." He taps a hand on his breastplate for emphasis. "If the church here binds the people with chains that tie them to a destiny not of their True Self's making, then I shall break those chains and guide the people to a more proper path. Even if it means that a holy institution need be destroyed. That said," he sighs, "there are two sides to every one of the gods, no?" he asks rhetorically. "I pray the left-hand path does not take me--it has occured to members of my faith before. There is a darkness in all of us that needs to be watched lest it destroy everything--and in some of us it is deeper than in others..." he murmurs the last words, perhaps letting them slip unheard within the din of the room.<br/><br/>A beat passes, a moment slides by, and he shakes his head softly, clearing it of morose thoughts. A beat of thunder goes by, but he looks unconcerned, taking another sip of the wine. He finally notices the bookseller's gaze and meets it unflinchingly. "There something I can help you with, goodman?" he asks him pleasantly.