"Yeah. It sounds like a wild claim, I'm sure," Matt admits. His posture melts into something less straight and formal as he nods his head. "If I was told that a year ago by someone, I would have scoffed. Maybe even called them blasphemous if it was safe to tell them I've grown up praying to the Old Gods."

He fiddles with the end of his cane as he debates how to approach his explanation. "I don't know how much you know about the Gods. The Empire's done a good job burning the religious texts and killing the people who still worship." He pauses with the weight of those words. People he loved had been killed.

"I'm seeking to exchange power for power with Corsairs. They aid my efforts to save the common people from oncoming natural disasters and help reestablish the Old Religion to stabalize this world. In return, I will aid in the fight against the Empire as much as my oath to the Will of Hades allows me to."