Bahamut did not reveal his form, but that solemn, majestic voice echoed in the hall.
"So, it is a Divine Descendant from the Holy Fadlan... After such an ordeal, to still maintain a pure soul, untainted by evil, you are commendable.
Walter Graham, would you wish to reside on Heavenly Mountain, becoming one of my Favored?"
Walter was initially startled, then he swiftly knelt halfway to the ground, bowing with clasped hands in response: "Your Majesty Bahamut, I am honored to receive your praise. To become a Favored of such a glorious and great existence is undoubtedly a supreme honor.
However, I still have my own responsibilities in the Material Plane, and there are hundreds of thousands of Fadlan citizens waiting for me, thus... I cannot accept your command."
His answer resounded firmly, his voice as hard as steel.
The voice of Bahamut seemed to turn more detached, yet still quite gentle and calm. "Visitor from afar, then—why have you come?"