Kaven seems almost desperate. Penned in a prison of his own choosing between enemy lines as he believes himself.
"Speaker! Wait! How do I reach you?"
Resolving to asking Janosh if he can arrange for another meeting, one that will adress the matter of the One God, and not the current events in Ilien, Kaven spends his days in deep thought.
Where once he had considered scouting the defenses of the city, he now just sits brooding and contemplating, considering the Speakers words.
Eventually he asks for pen and paper, in order to write it down, lest he forget it, and so that he may consider it more fully.
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In the following days, waiting on someone who may, or may not show, the baron switches between feeling shameful for even considering the words of one he deemed his enemy not a month ago, and a strange feeling of elation at the notion that there might actually be something in the Speakers words. How easier it would be for everyone, if there was only one deity. The prospect that religious strife alone might grind to a halt would be... fantastic. The recent events in Alamier had left him with a foul taste in his mouth. That people - any people - would kill and rape priests, burn temples and harass the populace, all in the name of their god was galling. He had no stomach for that... better far to know that your foe where abominations on nature - the undead - than other Anuireans.
Kaven had killed men in the name of Haelyn before. He had even found himself shouting Ruornil's name at the height of battle, although more often than not his foes had been the foe of all humanity then, be it shadowspawn or those who followed them.
Still, when he thought about it, it rankled him that it was so common a practice, that it was considered perfectly normal to do so.
Returning to the present from his silent brooding, he looked down on the papers, focusing on the one point that had struck home truest in the words of the Speaker, that the gods may be aspects of only one God. Knowing full well that many would be ardent believers of the concept that the gods are distinct, separate divine beings, instead of aspects, Kaven couldn't honestly say he had ever had that belief. If that had been the case the Lawmaker and the Silver Prince would never have allowed one as himself to be in the position he was in.
But then again, why would the aspects of the gods fight each other? Not just at Deismaar, but at every turn - like in Alamier, where the followers of the RCS and the Orthodoxy had risen against each other. Why would the gods ask for that?
Almost laughing out loud, Kaven suddenly realized they hadn't. Not in all his years as the voice of the Silver Prince, had Ruornil ever given him commands in that regard. Spread the truth - of course. But never had it been said that it should happen at the expense of others. That was mans doings. Not once had Kaven ever received the impression that His truth is better than Their truth. And when other men refused, weapons where raised. He shook his head with a sad smile.
If all gods where One, then that would go against their wishes. No truth where better than the other, he decided. The gods all *where*, so why should Haelynite faith trumph out Nesierean, or Ruornite? They where all truths, just seen from different perspectives.
The baron of Medoere chuckled as he wrote that down. Then, hesitantly added "there is only one truth" at the end. Because there where. All truths where one. Would it truly matter what aspect you chose to believe in if they where but branches of the same tree? Most people would live in contentment and peace, if given the chance, the Speaker had said. Only mankind did not give itself that opportunity... it fought to make it's own branch bigger, at the expense of others.
Putting down his pen, Kaven blew softly on the fine vellum paper Janosh had somehow procured. Satisfied that the ink would not smear, he read it through again.
At least some manner of record would exist as a result of his meeting with the Speaker. He still wanted to learn more, but what he had learned so far intrigued him and sparked something within him. It just felt... right.
