Farron had to crack a wry smile at that, his chest swelling with a slow breath that he exhaled into a heavy-sounding sigh. He clasped the hand that curved around his firmly. His hand was calloused and strong, with long, blunt fingers.

"Well met, my lord Scion."

"Men cannot guess at the minds of gods. Only attempt to interpret their doings from their small vantage. For my part, I believe in you. I believe in you, whatever you turn your hands to."