Swamped

It's the priest you met before. And he seems quite befuddled.

"Ah, good," he says. "I was hoping to see you again. Perhaps you can help to clarify something for me."

"Me?" you ask, a little baffled.

"You are aware, I am sure, that priests bear a connection to their god. The god can transmit their feelings, and sometimes even thoughts."

"Yes, I've heard that. What does that have to do with me?" you ask. "Is Nual taking an interest?"

The priest laughs heartily.

"Oh, he certainly is, and Brume too. As are the others. You see, it seems I have been blessed, or perhaps cursed - from an early age, I have held this connection with all of the gods. It is often confusing."

He never explained it so clearly to your younger self - he talked in strange metaphors that went over your head. You wonder why he's being so straightforward now, actually.

"So what do you hope to have me clarify, then?"

He pulls out a pair of knives.

"I am feeling an intense and violent hatred of you and I cannot tell which god it is coming from. It is a struggle to restrain myself. I am hoping you can enlighten me as to what you have done to draw such wrath before I succumb to it."