The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would, under other circumstances, have turned away after the entity failed to actually request to be a cleric.

The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would not have noticed that the mortal originating the plea had a soul only a few hours old, because that requires a larger piece of Irori, staring harder, than is called for by someone thinking about being a cleric of Irori without actually asking.

Irori considers the whole clericing business to be weird enough in the first place, especially when it comes to Him, what with His being the god of people becoming strong enough to pursue their own Way without any darned gods' help.  He doesn't want more clerics.  He wants, ideally, zero of them.  A near-miss does not produce much questioning within a tiny fragment of Him.

The blatant shell of divine antimagic around the mortal with Otolmens's signature all over it, on the other hand, is definitely enough for that tiny fragment of attention to forward its observations upward at an urgent priority.

The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would, under other circumstances, have turned away after the entity failed to actually request to be a cleric.

The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would not have noticed that the mortal originating the plea had a soul only a few hours old, because that requires a larger piece of Irori, staring harder, than is called for by someone thinking about being a cleric of Irori without actually asking.

Irori considers the whole clericing business to be weird enough in the first place, especially when it comes to Him, what with His being the god of people becoming strong enough to pursue their own Way without any darned gods' help.  He doesn't want more clerics.  He wants, ideally, zero of them.  A near-miss does not produce much questioning within a tiny fragment of Him.

The shell of divine antimagic around the mortal with Otolmens's signature all over it, on the other hand, is definitely enough for that tiny fragment of attention to forward its observations upward at an urgent priority.

The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would, under other circumstances, have turned away after the entity failed to actually request to be a cleric.

The tiny fragment of Irori's attention called to this place would not have noticed that the mortal originating the plea had a soul only a few hours old, because that requires a larger piece of Irori, staring harder, than is called for by someone thinking about being a cleric of Irori without actually asking.

Irori considers the whole clericing business to be weird enough in the first place, especially when it comes to Him, what with His being the god of people becoming strong enough to do their own thing without any darned gods' help.  He doesn't want more clerics.  He wants, ideally, zero of them.  A near-miss does not produce much questioning within a tiny fragment of Him.

The shell of divine antimagic around the mortal with Otolmens's signature all over it, on the other hand, is definitely enough for that tiny fragment of attention to forward its observations upward at an urgent priority.