And Martel has answered. Sparhawk now knows what he needs to know, and it's time for him to decide what to do with it. But that doesn't involve Martel.
"Maybe not God, but perhaps a Goddess," Sparhawk responds to the other mans statement. He's not tried praying to Aphrael yet, partially out of a worry that Martel simply said what Sparhawk wanted to hear, in order to set him up for a fall. He wouldn't put it past him.
"I will leave you to your books," and after all that has been said, Sparhawk can't think of a polite way of extracting himself from this situation. So, he falls back on this default of blunt. "Till we meet again...brother."
It's not said in a threatening tone, although it could be taken as such.
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"Maybe not God, but perhaps a Goddess," Sparhawk responds to the other mans statement. He's not tried praying to Aphrael yet, partially out of a worry that Martel simply said what Sparhawk wanted to hear, in order to set him up for a fall. He wouldn't put it past him.
"I will leave you to your books," and after all that has been said, Sparhawk can't think of a polite way of extracting himself from this situation. So, he falls back on this default of blunt. "Till we meet again...brother."
It's not said in a threatening tone, although it could be taken as such.