Kramolagh allows himself a wry grin here, exposing a few unusually sharp teeth. He licks his lips for half a second before leaning back, continuing to tap his fingers against one another. "No, I vhould not have it. Zhe vhorld is f-full of zhose who suffer, Miss. Even in as wondrous a place as z-zhis, zhere is no shortage of zhose afflicted with ailments of zhe b-body."

"Let us continue down zhis path, shall vhe? Your r-response intrigues me."

"Vhat is a god?"