"So you cannot call on your god here?" Aro says, turning to look curiously at Six. 'Paladin' makes sense enough to him, but he can't imagine why her god wouldn't answer her here. Surely a god is a god anywhere. Aro has no religion of his own, but he's known plenty of people like her, who gain power from the ones they worship. Paladins, Clerics. Even certain Sorcerers. Conscious of it, he touches the amulet around his neck.

"I've not noticed anything wrong with my magic. I'm Aro, by the way, and I agree with Jang. We need to be back before it gets dark."

He hefts his pack, better adjusting the weight, and keeps his quarterstaff in his hand, just in case.