Sorom twitched as for the first time since he had prayed to Moros as a little child, he was answered. The dark whispers of his patron echoed in his mind and Sorom briefly had to consider, had he finally gone insane? He had heard of delusional fools thinking they could talk to the gods. He shook these thoughts out of head and responded out loud to his god, "You're right, I wasn't strong enough. Maybe I'll never be strong enough to protect anything I want, But that won't stop me. I will become strong enough to choose my own path and choose my own death no matter what you do to stop me." He said angrily his hands quivering with ill-concealed rage. All these years and this was his response? That he was too weak? If Moros or whoever it was that was talking to him thought that he would give up after a few discouraging words they were dead wrong.