[You can almost see the happy Tales music note above his head.] The pursuit of knowledge is a noble one-- and it's certainly rewarding in its own way.

[Mikleo rubs at his chin with his free hand, the other still carrying his staff. He'd love to just stuff it into hammerspace somewhere, but he hasn't learned that spell yet, if there is one.]

That's... unfortunate, [he says awkwardly.] But I'm glad they're doing good work for your people. [The only one who cares? Five Lords. Here he thought Elliot was maybe from sunshine and happy unicorns land or something, but no, he had to get this constant fear of overstepping from somewhere. Mikleo-- feels for him, really. He spent so long cleaning up after the Hyland and Rolance war behind front lines, trying to ensure it didn't happen a third goddamn time and awaken something worse than a dragon. Like two dragons.

The point is, humanity is complicated and really likes to punch itself in the face.]

This goddess sounds like she could be a seraph, like me. [He glances at Elliot.] Let me explain. Seraphim have blessings of their own that they sort of... cultivate around them naturally. If one of them is given a pure vessel to dwell in, like a holy object, they can project that blessing over a large area and keep monsters at bay. That's the simplest explanation, but it would explain why some of their medicine seems blessed, or certain people have inexplicable phenomena attributed to them.

Our worlds are obviously very different, but I imagine the line between god and spirit is just as thin as in mine.