Rolen recoils backwards, shocked by the man's anger. "I..I...I'm sorry. Of course I...I should have asked the boy's parents first. M..m...my apologies." He struggles to find the right words. "The b..boy was very b..brave, and p..performed a s..service to his community by reporting the presence of the gnolls." This last he inferred from the things Erevan and Renestrae had said, and he glances to them for confirmation before turning his unsteady gaze back to the man. "I merely asked my Goddess to bless him with Her healing touch. It s..seemed the l..least I c..co...could...."
Rolen stops in frustration at his inability to articulate his thoughts. Just being around this many people, all staring at him, has his mind in a jumble. He would like nothing better than to run from it all and find a quiet place to meditate. Not for the first time, and probably not the last, he wishes he could be transported back to his quiet cell in the hermitage and the calming presence of his books. Knowing that is not an option, he struggles to maintain his composure, seeking inner peace in the teachings of his Goddess.
Finally finding some measure of peace, he straightens and takes a deep breath. "I...I do not know what Gods or Goddesses you revere in this village, a..and I h..have n..no wish to cause offense. Sehanine Moonbow is an Elven Goddess, of course, so it is not likely that you worship Her here...not that there is anything wrong with your own faiths...it's just not..." Realizing he's babbling, he takes a breath and forces himself to stop. "But...but if you feel the need to render some payment, then this is what I would ask of you. On the n..next f..full moon, when She is highest in the night sky, look up into Her face and honor Her with your thanks. And the next time you encounter someone in n..n..need, remember this and give them w..what aid you can."
Unable to handle being around this many people any longer, Rolen turns abruptly and walks quickly towards the woods at the edge of the village, seeking a few moments of solitude.