He saw on the morning of the 3rd that Professor Coeliaris was assembling a spellcaster's caucus, and kept walking because he seemed like a liability. Somehow he doesn't feel like that much of a liability a few days later. So he tracks down where she's staying and goes for a visit.
Knock, knock.
"I suppose. After Aroden died, I kind of gave up on religion. Still help out the Iomedans, but, I don't love Iomedae, you know?"
"I was a devoted citizen of Rahadoum for a third of my life until I discovered Erecura's history of hubris by accident, I totally understand. Iomedae's a damn sight better than Asmodeus but I'd still rather stay well away."
"Did you have one of those singular moments when you understood Erecura? There was this Arodenite poem that I read- I was so young then- maybe sixty, and I understood what Aroden was trying- the glory of it"
"I don't think anyone mortal actually has enough information to understand Her, and I'm not sure She wants to be understood. Does anyone understand Norgorber? They just imitate Him in ways He likes. But there were a couple moments when I saw... that we were kindred spirits, in an important sense."
...she remained mortal and secretly resented Pharasma's imposition of death on her and other humans...
...Erecura was not merely the Speaker of Auguries and the Flourisher-In-Desolation. She was also the Thief of Forever and the Emira of Hubris...
"...Assuming I was right about Her, which I perhaps didn't question as much as I ought. I didn't actually realize I'd broken the First Law until I came home from a research trip to the near Obari and couldn't swear to it in one of their permanent zones of truth. Then, well, I asked Her, and She answered."
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