𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂

Griffith nodded, rubbing the top of his head before letting out a curious hum. “𝐡𝐦𝐦𝐦𝐦.... I see~”

Raising an eye, he huffs, crouching down in a Slavic manor. “Thou art looking for a… worship?”

A low hum emitted from the lizard’s throat, arms cross as he leans over to look her in the eyes. “I approve of Thou not as a goddess, but as a companion. Thus satisfy Thy need for approval?”

Griffith would look down upon the goddess, humming as he slowly walked around, nodding. “I approve, not that you need it anyway. Good looking goddess.”

Arms cross, torch clipped to his side as of that moment. “Many gods don’t wear clothing, yet they would still indeed cover up buuut, I do not control thy life.”

He huffs, putting a fist on his chest as he slightly dips. “Griffith, Cleric of the Holy Order.”

He lifted a cross out from under the cloth that covered the chainmail. “I do.. I am a holy cleric, now… I know there are many gods but never thought one would be… like this?”

The cleric stood straight up, a tremble in his voice appears as he nearly dropped the torch, his chainmail shifting as he stood. “I apologize for my words, I didn’t know I was in the presence of a god.”

The glow of the torch shined against his scaly skin, his eyes focused on the avian. “And… why don’t you wear clothes, if you’re a person?”

He huffs, rubbing the top of his head as he chuckles lightly. Crouching down to her height, he brings the torch closer, illuminating the other with an orange glow. “Well, now I know you aren’t, the creatures I face never want to talk.” He examined the other with a hum.

Waving his torch about, his throat clearing once more as he adjusted his mace on his hip. “I’ve fought things smaller than you that could rip my arms off.. I may have the stoicism of a Crusader… but that doesn’t mean I can’t get scared.”

“Startled me… is all.” His tongue flicks out as he stood up right, clearing his throat.

Scared lizard noises.

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