"By the gods, how many of them have you met?" The sickly girl hugged her knees to her chest. She knew the gods would visit those that they saw fit to favor upon, but most people she knew had never been blessed by the presence of even a single god, let alone several.
"I'm glad to know Mort is watching after us." She looked out across the ocean, this time simply in contemplation. "I lost my dad to...well, not war, but fighting. I've always hoped he was guided to the eternal embrace of rest in the great beyond. That I might one day see him again, and know he has been watching over me."
Her introspective words were cut off by a coughing fit. She thumped a fist against her chest, trying to clear her weak lungs. The night air was never good for her. Though there wasn't much to be done about it. Until her mission was complete, she was forced to camp out here by the lighthouse each night. The beds back in the barracks in Stormbreak weren't the most comfortable, but still, she longed for them after so many nights of sleeping on the cold hard ground.
"I'm glad to know Mort is watching after us." She looked out across the ocean, this time simply in contemplation. "I lost my dad to...well, not war, but fighting. I've always hoped he was guided to the eternal embrace of rest in the great beyond. That I might one day see him again, and know he has been watching over me."
Her introspective words were cut off by a coughing fit. She thumped a fist against her chest, trying to clear her weak lungs. The night air was never good for her. Though there wasn't much to be done about it. Until her mission was complete, she was forced to camp out here by the lighthouse each night. The beds back in the barracks in Stormbreak weren't the most comfortable, but still, she longed for them after so many nights of sleeping on the cold hard ground.
