perched in the dark

Iskra had a point. Everyone had good and bad, light and dark - and everyone had their own balance to find between the two. Liam listened to the other man describe Ludo, running a hand through his hair as he considered the words. "Mischief and mayhem, but not cold," Liam said, laughing softly. "If I ever seek it out, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." He didn't have any particular loyalty to any of the gods, yet, although he'd always been drawn more to Frey than the others. Still, perhaps Iskra had a point, and if there was more lightness and fun to be brought to the world, maybe Liam should try going to Ludo sometime. In the meantime, though, the soldier fell into easy conversation about various foods and places he needed to try while he was in town. Even though Goose didn't seem particularly keen to be friends, Liam rather thought that he and Iskra could be - if they continued running into one another, that is. fin Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes