no matter how dark the world

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Weaver chuckles at the mention of Frey. She had never met them, though she had heard enough about the herald to have some inkling of what they might be like. ”Ah, yes. That does sound like something I would expect of Frey.” They were certainly an interesting god, but then again, they all seemed to be rather interesting. From her understanding, Safrin was perhaps the most normal, though normal really isn’t a good word for it. She knows far less of the old gods themselves as compared to the heralds, though that isn’t surprising. Few would see the old gods in their lifetime.

Content with the purchase, Weaver tucks the bag of candy into her pocket and follows him to the next stall. The baked goods smell divine, and she picks up a pastry covered in chocolate. Another bit of beef jerky handed over, and she’s happily eating her chocolate covered treat as he browses for whatever it is he’d like to purchase. ”Sounds vaguely like Torchline,” she says with a bit of humor in her voice and her mouth still slightly full of pastry. ”Though I’m guessing the similarities end at hot and busy. Also, I’m curious, what exactly is the point of money?” Wouldn’t it just be faster to trade one thing for the other? Money seemed like an extra step.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden