"That's right. El'Nil'm is my patron and I serve as their emissary. Basically I'm just a professional busybody at the behest of my god."

It was faint, but in the stillness of the clifftop he felt the ripple of Light's magic over him, seeking, sizing him up. Sven chose not to comment on it--it wasn't unusual for magic users to investigate the other's power, and Sven had been told multiple times before that the piece of El'Nil'm's power that blazed inside of him was about as subtle to others who could sense magic as walking into a room on fire.

"What of this l'Cie of yours?"