this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Mhm, exactly," Niki says with the sage certainty of someone who only half remembers how they got to this part of the conversation. "Events like my birthday. Which is in Deepfrost, by the way," he continues, the booze clearly making him much more forthcoming with personal information. (And it's a coin flip, truly, as to whether he even remembers what he says from here).
Huffing out a laugh and nodding in acknowledgement, the necromancer finds himself gazing across the lounge with fresh eyes. "Y'know, all the times you've spoken about this place, you make it sound like no one actually comes to use it for what it's for," he points out suddenly. "A place to stay, to work, to relax, to imagine nice places they remember... but not actually as a brothel."
He doesn't mean to sound so amused, but it does strike him as strange for a place literally blessed by the god of sex and their demigod.
Huffing out a laugh and nodding in acknowledgement, the necromancer finds himself gazing across the lounge with fresh eyes. "Y'know, all the times you've spoken about this place, you make it sound like no one actually comes to use it for what it's for," he points out suddenly. "A place to stay, to work, to relax, to imagine nice places they remember... but not actually as a brothel."
He doesn't mean to sound so amused, but it does strike him as strange for a place literally blessed by the god of sex and their demigod.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
