Harrowheart pulls an uncomfortable face when he senses their reluctance. He's suggested something rude, hasn't he? It wasn't on the list of things not to do...

He shakes his head at their question. "I don't," he says. "I don't worship any gods or titans or... Anything. I don't think anything out there's really interested in undead followers anyhow." He's increasingly feeling the heat. Maybe bringing up religion was a bad decision in a room full of people who are all chosen by deities? "Most humans where I come from don't worship gods, really. But the Vrykul do? They're a race of giant folks who came before humans, and they still live with those watchers, so it makes more sense for them."

Something about this whole tangent feels off. Maybe it's the subject, maybe it's the setting, or maybe the night is beginning to wear on him. Is religion not a subject for civilized conversation on Earth?... Oh... Oh no... It's not a subject for civilized conversation on his world, either. Time for a quick diversion.

He forces an awkward smile that makes him look intensely queasy. "So what do y'all do? Magic-wise, I mean? Every mage has their special skill, right? Like Viatorus and his dreams?..."