Neos
Don't be mistaken
Your bloody time's up
Your bloody time's up
At the mention of Frey only being a Herald, Neos found himself sighing to himself while his shoulders fell slightly. Of course the one divine entity he would be instinctively drawn to in this place is a small fry compared to the other deities.
"...I forgot how truly monstrous divines can be, no matter what the reality," he muttered, no longer carrying if Wessex heard his statement. There was a different set of ears he was trying to avoid that time.
You know they can hear you, anyway.
Lowering his gaze back to the ground, he looked out towards the lands around him, eyes narrowing at another of those hopping teleporters entered his view. A snarl escaped his throat despite the headless one he held upright in his arms at the moment. "Damned teleporting..."
He then looked towards Wessex before asking, "Think you can help me get a few more of these? Was planning on making jerky out of them for travelling."
"...I forgot how truly monstrous divines can be, no matter what the reality," he muttered, no longer carrying if Wessex heard his statement. There was a different set of ears he was trying to avoid that time.
You know they can hear you, anyway.
Lowering his gaze back to the ground, he looked out towards the lands around him, eyes narrowing at another of those hopping teleporters entered his view. A snarl escaped his throat despite the headless one he held upright in his arms at the moment. "Damned teleporting..."
He then looked towards Wessex before asking, "Think you can help me get a few more of these? Was planning on making jerky out of them for travelling."
This ain't no game
We're not here to entertain you
We're not here to entertain you
