Ah, thank you. [Olivine chuckles softly, taking Lorenz's proffered hand to shake. It's still not a custom he's used to, but Olivine is pretty good at rolling with it all. As he laments his circumstances, Olivine's expression is compassionate, understanding.] I can only imagine the concern that must be plaguing you, sir Lorenz.

[He's certainly not going to push a man he's only just met into talking about things that might make him uncomfortable, though he will listen dutifully to anything he's told.]

Oh—of course! I'm a priest of the Water Territory's water temple. We share the word of the God of Klein there, as well as welcoming pilgrims and journeymen, organizing events, and protecting the water crystal He sent down to us.

[some people find this to be inadequate as an explanation, but it's a good starting point at least.]