The man had a sense of humour. That was something to be appreciated. But that wasn't all that was remarkable about him. No one else had travelled in time and named as the cause for harm. There was something different about him.
"It is the year 8238 following the Aritraxian calendar," he volunteered with a smile. Now, wasn't he a helpful god? Benign and endless in his wisdom. Maybe it could convince the man to admit that he had tread the wrong religious path. "As for my daughter, what is your interest in her?" An edge crept into his voice as he probed for an explanation.