Words stay with me in memory, circling, nipping at my thoughts in a way that I cannot set aside. The robed figure said, when I spoke with the Three, that “A cleric, even one with no god, needs to remember that to reach upward, to petition and ask higher powers, is the greatest boon they can possess.” Those words stay with me. How is it possible to have a cleric without a god? How can a cleric cast spells if there is no god behind granting those boons?
The words intimate that I have no god. I know that I have never known who it was that granted the spells to me, but I had thought there was a god there even if I did not know their name. I might think that I had in some way been cast off if my spells did not continue to work, day after day, but they do. They are just as strong as ever, if not more so with practice. How am I without a god, if I can cast spells that are only granted by them?
I tried to reach out to them, to ask, but I received no reply this time. I cannot be surprised by this, despite their parting words. They had a task for me, and that task is now complete. Whatever they are doing, I am likely far beneath their notice.