"What has he against you, or is he always like that?"
Caelan looked down at Sarai. He thought he had long since mastered keeping the pain and guilt he felt hidden from other people. He hoped Sarai wasn't the most perceptive of people. But that might just be his luck wouldn't it? An apprentice who cold read him like a book. Sometimes, Caelan wondered if the Gods were akin to particularly vicious children and he was their favourite toy to torture. "He's like that with most people," he lied smoothly, or at least he hoped he had, "I would start worrying when he's being nice to you, because that means something bad is about to happen," He finished, remembering the only day Master Cardan had been anywhere near decent to him. That was a very bad day. The worst day.
Caelan lead Sarai through the town to the temple, "We should pray," He explained to her. He might be the joke of the party to the Gods, but they were there to be respected. At their arrival to the Temple, Caelan bowed deeply to the Priest, indicating for Sarai to do the same thing. In the temple, Caelan waved through the gatherings of people as he headed straight to the shrine dedicated to Saroton, "He is the God of Warriors and our patron," He explained to Sarai as he knelt, "you should probably pray to Laec as well," The Goddess of Womankind, "she's just across the Temple."
Caelan bowed his head before the idol of Saroton. Saroton was every inch the warrior, tall and strong, skilled with an array of weapons and undefeated in battle. But also wise with his strength. Cardan obviously hadn't been praying enough when he was young. He muttered a prayer of thanks and a request of protection for himself and Sarai, feeling slightly at odds with Sarai next to him. He usually prayed alone and company while he prayed felt strange. He rose from his knees, "Go and pray to Laec," He said quietly, "I'll wait for you outside."