A Journey of 1k Miles Begins with a Single Step

Loren nodded at the other man’s question. ”There are many gods, yes. The Voice is just one, a new god, though that term is relative.” Hesitating slightly at the stranger’s next inquiry, the healer sighed, but nodded. ”It was magic, yes. However, it comes from within, and not from a divine source. In fact, the gods dislike those with such abilities, which is why we are called Abandoned.” The words were maybe a little bitter, but they also had a strangely practiced cadence. Taking a sip from his flask, he shifted into a more comfortable position, sitting cross-legged. "This is going to be...hard for you to hear. But...you can never return to your old world." It came out surprisingly sympathetically, especially considering his earlier brusqueness. -FIN LOREN Not quite an open book