Liam
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
Even if Liam hadn’t known much about Ancients, he’d have noticed Maea’s distinct features marking her as one. He admittedly knew little about them or their patron goddess, and he shook his head accordingly. ”I know that she’s the goddess of Ancients,” he offered, then paused. ”Although I suppose I shouldn’t assume. Is she the goddess of all Ancients? Or do some follow other gods?” He had limited experience with either Ancients or gods, so he wasn’t sure if the other gods would frown on the race, like they did with the Abandoned, or if they had options aside from Dygra to pray to.
He’d gathered a little from Maea - namely that she’d turn to stone if she got too cold - but he was still mostly clueless about other things regarding Ancients. He’d heard rumors of their strange appearance and of some kind of bloodlust, but as for hard facts… well, it seemed rude to ask outright.
He’d gathered a little from Maea - namely that she’d turn to stone if she got too cold - but he was still mostly clueless about other things regarding Ancients. He’d heard rumors of their strange appearance and of some kind of bloodlust, but as for hard facts… well, it seemed rude to ask outright.
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
