[A hundred? Fenris' eyebrows shoot up, surprise clear on his expression. How does anyone keep track? For that matter, how does anyone pick one to worship? What if you dedicated your life to one and only later discovered that another suited you better? It's none of his business either way, but it seems . . . impractical.]

Are you?

We can, if you find yourself nodding off. But I will not pretend not to be interested in your world, Astarion. In truth, until I met you, I had no idea there were other worlds.

[Maker, what a dizzying thought that could be if he let himself linger on it. He will later, when he has time to properly go over it, but not while they're talking. A little frown crosses his expression, and he adds:]

You may wish to keep that fact to yourself. Simply say you're from Free Marches if anyone asks.