Savin sat for a few moments, pondering what was spoken.
<This god is not your god> he thought. <But, desecrating the name of a god is not right. This does not bide well. This could easily have been someone attacking the name of Tempus.>
He sat, an inscrutable look on his face, as he listened to the elder speak, trying to decide if he should get involved in this as the dialogue unfolded in front of him.
<She looks like she would be a doughty warrior, but the crazy man and the elder have no business in such. But, do I?>

A wolfish grin appeared on his face as he made a decision. <Tempus has placed me here because there is honor and glory to be won here. Maybe even a bit of coin.>

He continued to sit in silence, content with his decision and waiting to see how the rest of this unfolded.