a promise in a mouth of savage teeth

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster How does she manage the find herself asking for specifics and still receiving cryptic responses? Frustration begins to build, but she can see they’re not going to get any further on this topic. A drink from a different goddess? It sound sacrilegious. The kind of thing the Voice might frown upon unless she gets something else out of it. After all, she’s sending a demigod in to help a god. Either there’s no one else who can do the job or no one else willing to. “A drink and the promise that if we end up in an Old Gods versus New Gods war again, me and my kin get a one time safe passage favor. Tell me about where I’m going and we have a deal.” Well aware that she’s pushing it, the Wraith does her best to keep it as businesslike as possible. After all, family for family. And so far she thinks Eirachi’s gotten the better end of the deals thus far.