rolled 4, 3, 2 = 9
The old man scratches his beard. “Well, it's not a proper store, but we do sell some things. The name is just... Well, it's a description of what we do. It's Ilian's specialty, so it's ours as well.”
You tell the old man about your recent travels, and your attempts to build your village up into a paragon of technological sophistication. In return, he tells you about what he and his compatriots do in the city. Not much farming is done in Merdis, so the 'food' aspect is mostly left out, but the priests of Ilian do find a lot of work enchanting mining tools and support struts. That kind of thing.
Not much has gone on in Merdis recently. The Count, in particular, has been a bit withdrawn, and he's usually a very social person. Thankfully, the city escaped being targeted by incursions, and has been mostly untouched by the war.
You put in a call to Ilian, running through the incantation that's been firmly ingrained in your mind. His face appears in your vision as you step away from the house.
“Maya. 'Sup. What's goin' on, man?”
After hearing a brief overview of what just happened at the college, the god laughs heartily. “Yeah, these guys can get a little wacky. The mantle's got a lot of heat going through it, I guess, and that heat tends to form currents. You know, like in the ocean. And if those get messed up, well... I don't really know. Bad things, probably.”