”I keep hearing that from outlanders,” he admitted with a wry smile. ”Gods were very real on my world, but… not so, ah, likely to personally manifest as the ones here. Even the smaller gods are more aloof, though it has more to do with maintaining the balance between the dark and the light gods.” He gave a rueful little shrug, considering that there were pros and cons to both ways. Having a prayer answered in person – or, not even a prayer, just a song – had been terrifying, unsettling, humbling… but reassuring, too, in a way. Ludo had struck the deal that no lesser intermediary could have, after all.
He raised his glass back in silent toast, grinning in return. The answer to his question, though, had the grin freezing for a moment and then fading as a brow rose. ”That seems, ah, rather specific,” he murmured to buy himself some time. ”And rather… invasive, to insist on.” He hesitated, looking towards the ceiling for inspiration in wording what he wanted to say. ”Ahhhh, feel free to tell me to mind my own business, of course, but I thought, from the sounds coming from the back room that I had to try and play music over that… well. That you had already met that requirement?”
He raised his glass back in silent toast, grinning in return. The answer to his question, though, had the grin freezing for a moment and then fading as a brow rose. ”That seems, ah, rather specific,” he murmured to buy himself some time. ”And rather… invasive, to insist on.” He hesitated, looking towards the ceiling for inspiration in wording what he wanted to say. ”Ahhhh, feel free to tell me to mind my own business, of course, but I thought, from the sounds coming from the back room that I had to try and play music over that… well. That you had already met that requirement?”
