( His sudden, unrestrained anger doesn't seem to be the least bit off-putting to the man beside him. He could understand it — not completely, of course — but he could understand why the stranger would be disappointed in the people who chose to mangle their bodies in the name of some fear-driven religion.

He quickly puts to rest one of the elf's assumptions, though, his voice soft in an attempt to sound comforting. )

It's not like that down there. The dragons, they're nothing more than pets and mounts to the people that live there now. No one worships them anymore.