Ah, there it was. He'd gone a minute and a half with the woman before she reminded him of who he was now. Everyone always managed to do that, and most of the time it sounded just like she did--maybe an accusation. At the very least they usually sounded skeptical. Until they saw him destroy something, which wasn't likely given the current circumstances. He wasn't even wearing his sword. He had his fennemor, just the one, given to him by his uncle, Etain's brother.
All of the children buzzing around Faizu hit the ground at once and went stiff, drumming their heels on the ground like raindrops.
Sort of a morbid dance.
"No, I'm not a priest," he replied, taking his eyes away from the dance. "But you're a shaman, correct?"