A descendant ..
[ truth be told he's .. bewildered. The line of changelings had been a long forgotten heritage, at least he thought it was.
Now here was his founding god, staring him in the face.
And yet he can't help but laugh . ]
psh . i wouldn't bring you on , little man . you're good with a sword , but i'm better . i do my own work .
( an eye roll . )
you are the son of dozens of sons that descend from my chosen . those who received my blessings , reproduced , and eventually produced you .