Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Amun's question had not occured to Bastien and he paused, thinking it over. Ultimately however he just shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "I do not think our Lady Voice is so easily threatened. It is hardly like I am swearing loyalty to the Old Gods. Phoebe wishes for something to put on her shrine, I am providing that - I know others that use artworks I have made in their worship...ultimately, it is not my concern. They would worship them anyway." He shrugged; from what he knew of The Voice, she did not seem like she would mind too much. Such concerns were petty, worries of old Gods that needed to cling onto images.
"And the supply is....mud?" Bastien asked, following Amun's hand with his eyes down to the edge of the water, where it did not seem to bring up much of worth from the ground. "What is it you asked for? Will you share the secret?"
"And the supply is....mud?" Bastien asked, following Amun's hand with his eyes down to the edge of the water, where it did not seem to bring up much of worth from the ground. "What is it you asked for? Will you share the secret?"
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