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"Because he needs me... that's why..." says Tam flatly. He drops his head to his paws and sighs. "Kerobian needs me, even as he needs you... and can you guess why?"

"He still hasn't told me what he is, though I think I have a better idea of what it might be... that he can warp words to suit his purpose removes him from the realms of law... that he cannot harm places him squarely in the halls of good... He is far from neutral and is in many ways a law unto himself, bowing to no one particular god..." She grins at Tam and lifts one finger. "But he has on many occasions acknowledged a higher form... therefore he is not a god but perhaps on emissary of a god."

"More like a grovelling servant..." says Tam with a sigh... "continue, this is getting interesting."

"Well... alright... not an emissary then... and it is true, you don't seem to be giving out a message, unless it is by example... some of those tales ye sing at the inn are definitely not emissary material..."

Tam laughs heartily at this. "True... true... I'd probably be struck down by most gods if I included those in my interpretations of their messages..."

Sharmistra nods thoughtfully. "So it needs to be one of the more fundamental... earthly gods..." she frowns and shakes her head. "But which one?"

"You know... that is a question that has nagged many an individual down through time... which one... it might help to know I'm technically ageless... though I did have a beginning." says Tam with a warm smile.

Sharmistra stares at him in confusion.

Tam chuckles softly. "No birthing. None of us were. we were a made race. We don't age, though, we have learned that we can die given the right set of circumstances."

She thinks hard on this. "Your not an elf then, they give birth to youngsters like themselves... even the most ancient of dragons give birth..."

"If I was dead... I wouldn't be here... If I was dead... I... I wouldn't be anywhere..." says Tam quietly. Then he smiles sheepishly and shakes his head. "Sorry... don't mean to sound so down about it... but it's a fact of life for my race. Unless the Master has chosen to see fit otherwise and the last I heard he hadn't..."

Sharmistra shudders. "Why would any god create such a people... what reward would there be for worshiping him or her be?"

Tam sighs again and shakes a finger at her. "The reward is the very act of worship, Shar... to be with him... to see him... to be in his very presence... we were and we remain his first... the others have to find their way to him... but we are there with him... well we're there unless we've been sent elsewhere that is..."

Tam shrugs. "I thought our romp in the thunder storm would have given it away... I guess some of us are a bit dense..." He winks at Shar and prepares to get pummeled.