EZRA
So here's the deal: you're not reverent. Gods are fine or whatever, you guess, but you're still pretty wary of the whole fucking idea, magic being something you were more likely to be burnt at the stake for than revered for back where you came from. God was some distant idea that priests wanted to suck the dick of and your mom wanted to be saved by (not sure how that worked out for her; it's been a looooong time). He never seemed to give a shit about you, so you never gave a particular shit about him.(Also the whole god is a dude with a beard shit? Yeah, as if. If god could be whatever it wanted it would obviously be hotter than that.)
Anyway. Not reverent, not into the god thing, but you've been feeling... well... sad. Edrei is dead, just like, poof, there one minute gone the next, and you still aren't really sure why or how. She was your first
Or, like, a lantern. You guess.
You heard about this through the Rathskeller grapevine, and figured it was worth checking out. It's cold, so you're wearing a big fur stole over your skin-tight black pants and shirt. There's a grey-haired fuck with a bunch of random shit gathered around him looking kinda lost, and you greet him with good manners a bottle of choice wine. "Pardon, sir, but is this the lantern making party? I came to lend by expertise." By which you mean you came to drink and get someone to make you a lantern and maybe get laid, but hey, he doesn't need to know all that.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
