Tuo goes abruptly still, like a deer that has just caught the scent of a wolf. His eyes drop from Dain's face to his clothing, taking in all the unmistakeable accoutrements, placing them in their upsetting context.

"You're a Shepherd."

It's not a question, or an accusation, not really. But already Tuo can feel his pulse racing beneath his skin, quick as a bird's in flight, and he looks around at all the subtle but undeniable marks of his heresy that colour the interior of his home: an apocryphal verse from scripture here, Night's initial lovingly illuminated there. No, it isn't his time yet, he hasn't even begun to accomplish the great and dreadful mission that has been his burden to bear since infancy--

"Anja," he starts, and if his voice breaks a little from emotion, surely he cannot be blamed for it, "I don't understand..!"