He's no stranger to fate and her wicked ways, he's been down the path of righteousness and was knocked from that pedestal without so much as a warning. There was wealth to be had in Baedal, people he never thought he'd see again living among its threshold in unison and a people fighting against adversity. He supposed that in the long run having faith wouldn't do him harm, even if it wasn't the faith of his father that he'd lost so long ago.

"It's a possibility," a simple statement. Nothing more. This was in the eye of the beholder, that much was certain.