"Dialossi, the god of healing, light, warmth and all the good stuff. That said, her followers don't really share the warmth that they advertise." With a grunt of effort, he pulled himself up with his staff, regarding the rather vulgar woman with another dazzling smile. "I'd hoped that maybe they'd taken to being like the one they worship, but it seems I was wrong. Say then, what's your name? I'm Tyrian." He extended a rather thin hand, but it was rough with signs of the hard work he had once done in the mountains.