“Faeill to find the truth in lies;
mischief and plots to devise.”
Faeill is the creator of language, the wellspring of lies and plots. The common folk wil tell you, he walks among them. As a drunk, a neighbour or a traveling hermit selling trinkets and baubles. His followers are cutthroats, burglars and scholars. An eclectic god, with an eclectic flock.