"That's alright," Jensi replies brightly to Dastan. "I don't mind waiting. Did you get a card too?" The youth sits down at the table and glances around the room, his eyes catching on the jumble of objects.

"This house is so interesting," he remarks, staring intently around. "What is this place?"

"My name's Jensi, by the way," he adds absent-mindedly as he plays with one of the mysterious house's objects. "I..." He struggles for a moment to define himself. He didn't feel like he served his goddess, like Dastan did. "I follow Shelyn." I still didn't seem quite right, but it would have to do.