Suddenly, Ikemefuna felt very apprehensive.
"You were sent here."
He frowned.
"By your organisation, Perudaux?"
"Yes." Ikem replied.
Tangaroa tilted his head.
"And you have been there for how long?"
"Two weeks."
The god—or at least the avatar of the Atua—stared at him.
"Two weeks?"
"Yes."
"And they sent you here after two weeks?
What did you do?"
Ikem hesitated.
"I believe it was because I broke a rule."
"What rule?"
"I'm not sure."
Tangaroa's enormous eyes narrowed.
"You don't remember?"
Ikem shook his head.
"I do remember, I just… don't know."
The god nodded,
"Tell me what you learned in your stay there."
Ikemefuna was in thought, he weighed the amount of information he could give and the amount that he had to keep secret to maintain the Camp's integrity.
'When did I begin to feel loyalty to that damned place!'
'Curses!'
Still, he opened his mouth to speak:
"The basics. About the Faith Nations. gods. Demigods. Potency. The numerous Faith tribes."
