"Well, it might induce you or your bodyguard to think I'm here to murder you even though I just said I'm not, you see. Because of. Historical reasons." 

...

"Well, will it also cause me to think that you are probably Lawful and can be relied on not to make false promises of nonmurder?"

Oh. Guy who was qualified to be the cleric of two entirely different gods is very wise. On reflection this makes perfect sense.

"I don't actually know if I'm Lawful, coulda been Neutral Evil all my life and never been able to tell the difference, but - probably? - right, so, Rakek. You'd've seen me in the, you know, massive black armor with the Iron Script all carved on it and the scorpion whip and all that." It made him look a lot bigger; he's actually slightly less tall than the average human. 

"I appreciate that you are not planning to murder me. Were you - also dropped?"

"Yeah. Changes some stuff about a man's worldview real fast, that." 

"It does that, yes. But differently for different people, among those I've encountered. I had a suicide, a deserter, some who integrated acceptably with martial units... and myself, of course."

"A suicide? Do they have a deathw- that was a stupid sentence. I suppose I am a deserter too, arguably, but technically my charter said to obey the nearest priest of Asmodeus and he'd already lost his spells when he surrendered. Didn't take any of my gear, even." All his gear was army property, after all, and also it's easier to pass as just some guy if you aren't carrying anything magic. 

"I think you were more of a strike team... or not so much a team... than a soldier, so I would not be inclined to call you a deserter. What did you go on to do that you now find yourself in Westcrown?"

getting a good grade in mephistophelean technicallys, something that is now frowned upon to want, 

"Yeah, that tracks. Basically nothing, I've been hanging around the docks moving heavy objects for coppers. Not much else I'm qualified to do that isn't, uh, either illegal or probably anathema to Iomedae or both." 

"...do I remember incorrectly that you were also a sorcerer?"

"Yep. Little shapeshifting, a shield, some battlefield crowd control, not so lucky I got anything wizards make money at." Dry half-smile. "I could, I suppose, try to sell to the dock merchants the ability to lengthen my arms and lift heavy objects from five feet further away." 

"- I suppose that would be awkward to sell, yes. I'm - glad you found something that isn't anathema to Iomedae - does that concern you in general when you aren't talking to Her people?"

"... ye...s?" 

Oh, this is a test question. He is supposed to explain that answer. How does he put this without sounding like an absolutely pathetic child. 

"I do not as a rule care to pretend to follow rules. Either they are the correct ones to be following or they are not, and - " 

and I thought my god loved me

" - well, Iomedae apparently only drops her priests if they actually do their jobs wrong instead of just if they stop being useful, judging by the girl with the speech, which... you of all people I am hoping might understand why I find that very appealing all of a sudden, yes?"