Amun nodded at Darkeye's explanation of his god. Sighing, the potter rubbed the back of his head. "And what would Kor advise you to do against an enemy that can't be reasoned with and desires nothing less than your eradication." He arched an eyebrow at the other man. Still, the Ascended nodded. "I would like to learn."
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he shrugged. "Well then you are not most people." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "The gods won't accept it and neither will their followers. And even if the followers could be convinced, the gods are still powerful in their own right."
Picking up tongs with a particularly long and insulated handle, he began adding logs as well. Glancing at it, he poked a few of the pieces of wood into place. As sparks flared up he hopped back until it had settled into place again.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, he shrugged. "Well then you are not most people." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "The gods won't accept it and neither will their followers. And even if the followers could be convinced, the gods are still powerful in their own right."
Picking up tongs with a particularly long and insulated handle, he began adding logs as well. Glancing at it, he poked a few of the pieces of wood into place. As sparks flared up he hopped back until it had settled into place again.
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