"It sounds like you know more about them than I do. I found a jar of their sigil paint near where you were taken. Something about human blood, or some sort of root that seems like it. I'm told they have something to do with Solvunn, one of the elders there."

But he shakes his head. "Their Old Gods -- strange gods. They are not the Old Gods of the First Men. Might be that they are false, might be that they are not -- what happened here a few moons ago says there is some truth to them, but I --" Dismay and discomfort comes over him. "I was raised to the Old Gods, my own Old Gods. They demand that you keep your oaths, that you do not slay kin. They demand guest right. They watch you and weigh you. To call them by the same name seems like an abomination."