it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"Well, keep puttin' that effort in. I like you, Arbiter. Wouldn't want to see you smited off the face of Caido for fuckin' off a goddess," Jack said easily, breathing in the ocean air deep and letting his eyes flicker up towards the lighthouse, briefly. He raised his eyebrows at hearing the other man had met Frey as well, snorting in disbelief. "Twenty eight years in Torchline and I've never seen a whisper of a god, and here you are," he said, though his tone was lighthearted.
"There's room for all three, when you're out on the water. We make sure to give each their dues. Don't want to die out there for one of 'em takin' offence," he said, rolling his shoulders and turning back towards the port. "I won't keep you, Arbiter. Enjoy your walk - and be careful with climbin' too far up Safrin's skirts, yeah?" He chuckled.
"There's room for all three, when you're out on the water. We make sure to give each their dues. Don't want to die out there for one of 'em takin' offence," he said, rolling his shoulders and turning back towards the port. "I won't keep you, Arbiter. Enjoy your walk - and be careful with climbin' too far up Safrin's skirts, yeah?" He chuckled.
