[ Bariyan sits back, crosses his arms, and listens intently as Thassarian talks. Damn. The man's obviously spent a lot of time thinking this through, which is rather impressive. The first month or so that Bariyan spent in Exsilium was mostly spent wandering around in bewilderment -- and drinking, and subsequently getting his arm chopped off. The corner of his mouth quirks at that memory, but it fades quickly. His attention returns to the other man. ]

I thought the same of Koltira. But he tells me that your Light isn't so much a religion as a... fact. [ Bariyan still doesn't quite get that -- every religious man he's met has acted the same way about their beliefs, really -- but he had long since shed his desire to argue about such things. So he shrugs. ] But I understand the idea of taking opportunities well enough.

[ He reaches for his own drink, and absently adds: ] Especially when taken for atonement.