Waking up in the middle of a white room and directly in front of a God hadn't been one of Jacob's expectations though after looking back, he mused it should've been. That amusement was shared by the hazy being in front of him, which, much like everything else in this place, feels as if what he's looking at is far from reach. And included among them is even Jacob's perception of himself. Everything was fuzzy, yet real enough that he can tell what is what.

"Lucid dreaming?" Jacob asked out loud, hoping that the entity in front of him- which, by all accounts, he just knows is Horos, - would answer. He'd heard of some of his friends experiencing this before and he guessed that maybe some of them weren't lying when they told him their stories or whatever else they said when they explained how this shit felt. "Hello?"

"Hmm?" Horos' head turned to him theatrically, "I thought that you'd be more thankful when you see me. I did send you help after all," The God added with a hum,

Was he? He can't even feel anything other than the odd feeling of haziness, which he never knew was a feeling he could even experience. "I feel high." He replied, using the word that can best describe the sensation he's feeling at the moment, "so I don't really think... I can feel thankful?" What wa she even talking about? "Or drunk." Jacob added, trusting that the God knew what he was talking about.

Which... with the being in front of him being the God of Knowledge, Jacob supposed he did. Though if that was true, the God didn't let it show in his next reply.

"I guess." Came Horos' voice, he couldn't recognize but the way the shifting silhouette of the man moved told him that he was gesturing for Jacob to sit. Where? Jacob did not know. There aren't any chairs. "It is fine," Horos said, presumably reading his mind, "Think about sitting and it'll happen. This is, after all, your dreamscape. It'll produce a chair for you from reading your intent alone, fret not. Young mage."

"Thank you?" He walked, imagined himself taking a seat and yep, it happened, a chair just popped up out of nowhere. But he can't really recall walking until he reached the God though... weird. "Huh." Jacob said as he plopped his butt down on a cushioned chair that wasn't there before. Well, he mused that it still isn't there- with this being a dreamscape and all. "Cool, so what now?"

"I suppose we can talk." The God said and Jacob hesitated. What can he talk about with the God of Knowledge? "Commune being at max is the only reason why this is happening, you should know. This is pretty important."

At the mention of the miracle, Jacob's thoughts focused on it and he managed to feel the thing's... magic circle? Formation? Whatever is making it the way it is- and looking at it, Jacob can tell that the thing's very foundation is the reason why he's even alive even when he's looking at Horos. He couldn't panic even if he tried but he knew logically that what he's doing is wrong, and through that same vein, he can also tell that the God is powerful enough that even looking at his silhouette without [Commune]'s protection is bad.

"Typical." He wanted to think but it came out as words instead. "Sorry. Lovecraft."

"Understandable." Jacob can feel the God's grin in satisfaction, "Now, what do you want to do, young mage? Talking with a God is a rare opportunity. Do not waste it."

Jacob paused, thinking, "Thank you for the help."

"You are welcome." Horos said after a hearty chuckle.

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"Can we just sit? Eat?" Jacob asked and he felt relief when he saw the God's silhouette nod. That relief turned to amazement as a buffet that he can clearly sense appeared in front of him, without hesitation, Jacob raised a hand to grab the food and he was pleasantly surprised when he found out that his fingers interlocked with the bone of a drumstick. He took it back in and bit down, smiling when the taste of turkey washed his tongue. "It's good." He said.

"Indeed it is, isn't it? I've always been fascinated by other ways to cook. And learning about them has been my purpose, I am, after all, a God of Knowledge." Jacob merely grunted to show that he can hear the God's words, his mind was focused elsewhere, though, because the drumstick was simply that good. "Enjoy yourself, young mage. Plenty of time."

Jacob wanted to ask just much time exactly but he didn't really have the luxury too, instead, he kept stuffing himself with food- he moved on to delicious looking casserole once the drumstick was done and then he quickly went and started eating plenty of baked food in a fit of curiosity. Without the threat of feeling full, Jacob stuffed himself to his heart's content until he was satisfied. "Thank you." He said when he was done.

"You are welcome." Horos smiled and then stopped talking, clearly waiting for Jacob himself to say something.

He thought about it and realized that there's really only one reason why he'd do this, "What do you want?" If he can feel fear, Jacob's heart would've been wildly beating if he asked that question. He was never one for negotiations and those people were only regular humans. Not a God.

"Do not worry," Those words did little to reassure Jacob, "I only have two requests."

Jacob thought about crossing his arms and his "body" moved way before he finished thinking about doing it, "Those requests can be anything." He replied suspiciously, "And I don't even know if I'm forced to do them or not."

"You won't." If Horos is mad about the way Jacob talked to him just now, Jacob couldn't sense it with the God's tone. "And they are not so big that they'll take over your life, either." The God added and Jacob, deciding to let his guard down, gave out a nod to show that he at least understood what the God meant, "Good." Horos stopped talking and Jacob waited in silence as a pregnant pause passed, "Then, young mage, what I want are two simple things- one, I want you to help my churches whenever necessary, or, if you can, then you should help them even in calm times."

Jacob nodded, he can deal with a bit of Sunday cleaning or two, if only because the God actually exists and does things instead of just staying silent, "Next, I want you to do a simple thing for me- reach out to a Dungeon somewhere and grab a Class Ball."

"Class ball. Not glass?" The God nodded at Jacob's question, "What happens after I get it?"

"Use it."

Jacob frowned, "Wait, really?" Horos' silhouette nodded in a slow and calm manner- the complete opposite to Jack's own feelings. "What, why?"

"Things. I suppose." Jacob looked unsatisfied at the answer and Horos, sensing it, decided to elaborate a bit further, "I have plans, and I think you'll fit in nicely with them."

Jacob resisted the urge to sigh- not that he could, - and slapped a palm to his face, "this is the actual condition, isn't it?"

Horos laughed, "No. You would've been swept away by us no matter what. At least through this method, you can actually know what's going to happen because I can tell you. A good thing, since you have great potential and I need agents out there."

Reluctantly, Jacob nodded, "So, you want me to... help with your churches and to get a class ball?" Horos nodded, "I can do that. Easily." Jacob bobbed his own head. "Those sound easy enough that I can probably do them in my sleep? Unless the class ball is hard to get? What does it do? And what is a Dungeon?" Jacob decided to ask things that he should've thought of the moment that the words left Horos' mouth.

The God in question hummed a deep tune that rosonated with the dreamscape, causing a cascade of ripples to flow through the air as if the sound is a rock that hit a still surface of water. Or, in this case, a sound so powerful that its after effects are visible on the otherwise motionless air. After a tense second, Horos spoke again, "I'm afraid you're gonna have to know what those are yourself,"

Jacob reluctantly nodded, "I can... do that. I think."

The God nodded, "Good. Because we're just about done. I expect great things from you, young mage."

The feeling of falling and no sooner after that, Jacob jolted awake.