He sighed again (this one a mixture of tiredness, gloominess, restlessness and frustration) before he sat up, placing his staff upright to lean against the metal rod that stood the tent. He steadied it, his face crossed with thought and consideration, making sure to give Ordhan some signal that he wasn't ignoring the Knight before he finally gave up trying to figure out what to say and instead just went with the first thought that entered his mind, Do you think they plan all of this?" Faer's words were blurted as he hadn't meant to speak about religion but -- as it did with all who had faith (doesn't matter which kind) -- his thoughts somehow always reverted back to his beliefs. Realizing that Ordhan may not understand what he meant, he quickly added to clarify, "I am just trying to figure out if this is all just a part of what they have planned for us or...if this is just one bad decision after another." He tried to look up at the older man, but somehow his body wouldn't let him as if he were ashamed for questioning the Gods (or -- in Faer's case -- Goddess) he believed in.