[Kim stares at Abel as he fumbles his introduction, one brow raising ever so slightly. Regardless, he shakes his hand, his grip firm.]

I'm familiar with priests, father. [A bemused smirk plays at his lips, but his tone isn't unkind. They're all having to jump through a few hoops in the cultural adjustment department.

Religion isn't the most fashionable thing in Revachol, but Dolorianism still has its non-secular adherents, as well as other niche occultist practices that exist. Kim doesn't push the subject further, though-- it's not his place, or much of his interest, either.]

I've been managing. Though I think sleeping on the street here would still outrank a cave.