Zevlin tilted his head as Alanys went on in her own monologue of her god. She seemed very passionate about what she believed in. A proper term, as his mentor would say, is a religious fanatic. The Inarta himself had never really been much of a worshiper. Yes he believed they existed, but he didn't dedicate his life to them. There were some things that beliefs just didn't belong in. And the differing beliefs always seemed to cause fights between the people who followed them. It was all too much trouble to be bothered with.
Though when the topic came back to cities and their cultures, his tension released. These were things that held his interest, as it brought to his attention interesting places that he should visit. And with the passion Alanys held for her god, he could only imagine the tales she could spin out of love for her home. Proving his thoughts right, the description the woman painted for them with her words made the image in his mind's eye blossom into a beautiful scene. Dark, mysterious, and ethereal. And nearby~ Well... In the same country, at least.
Though the spin at the end of her explanation left a bit of bitter taste in his mouth. "From the way you explain your city, the two aren't comparable. Not that one or the other is better, they are just two different types of beauty. It's like people; you can put two women beside eachother, and each will have beauties and weaknesses. But no one can deny that both are beautiful. They're just different forms of it." A bright smile came to the man's lips, taking a step towards Alanys, though being very careful not to touch her, as she asked. "So if I would like to visit Kalinor one day, can I ask for your assistance in entering the city?"