"Probably not." He pauses, looking over his shoulder at Inessa and frowning slightly. Sighing and shrugging, he sets the remaining books down, turning back to the task and arranging them alphabetically while he speaks.

"The Traveler is...I don't know. Not a person. Maybe not a he. An entity...an intelligence beyond mortal understanding, I suppose. Best as I can explain, the Traveler is...was...this benevolent intelligence that took our crumbling world and shaped it anew. It came from the skies bearing knowledge from worlds beyond imagining, taught us to wield the Light - another word for magic, really - taught us how to cure diseases and largely just broke the shackles of ignorance. But where there is Light, so to must there be Darkness. Whatever the Darkness is, it followed the Traveler. Came at us. The Traveler sacrificed itself and saved our world. Not really a God or anything, though there are plenty of cults that worship it. It just hangs there in our sky now. Dead, I think. No one really knows for sure."

He clucks his tongue, shrugging and picking at the spine of a book before rising to his feet and offering a smile.

"The Traveler is the only reason I'm alive and exist, though, so I guess it's as close to a God as I've got."