Q: Ryujin, do you consider yourself prideful? (Asking because you're a deity and your quill gives positive feedback)

A:His dark eyes follow you as he makes himself comfortable - as if comfortability mattered as a being of immense power. It was clear he was giving thought to the question, planning out an answer. Finally, he nodded.

"Of course, I hold pride. I carry the strength of a storm inside this tiny mortal body - secrets as hidden as the sea inside my mind," His small wings fan out to their full length, before tucking back against his form. "If that's not something to be prideful about, then, what is?"

"Washaway does sometimes give me false hope in my work - writing down the cures for illnesses, ingredients for medicines long forgotten - but when I notice this, I switch them out for a common quill. Because I do not wish to hand my followers something that would be completely incorrect."

Suddenly, Ryujin looks uncomfortable, his expression tightening. "I have, once before - when I was quite a young god - mistakenly took Washaway's words for granted, and when that paper moved through the trades.. I couldn't help but go find it personally, as the medicine's ingredients were all wrong, and it would've ended up horribly, if it were to keep cycling."

"Well, young one - I think I've answered your questions. I must be on my way - I've been down here long enough." The deity disguised as a fae says, and with a tiny flap of his wings, he's gone before your eyes.