Salad

Despite his calm and patient nature, he always seems to offend magically attuned beings. Even war veterans make comments on his primal nature, his blessing from the Gladekeeper herself. He could grow forests with ease, manifest acres of meadows from dead soil, crumble mountains with gnarled roots and vines. And yet, he uses his divine power to grow various vegetables to make salads. The pressure of excelling at something he doesn't even care for made him eager to abandon his old life, and now that he has some sense of normalcy in his life he refuses to let any random druid complain about his wasted talents. Let some other god chosen being take care of that nonsense.