LOCKE
He didn't know anyone else lived in King's End. He doesn't remember seeing or smelling anyone. Was she related to Sunjata or Nate? Maybe? He licks his lips, trying not to think too hard about that train of thought. "I'm not one for the cold. Prefer the sunshine, if I'm honest. Was pretty though, 'specially during LongNight. The way the moon reflected off the snow.." Almost as pretty as the sun reflecting off the waves.
"Do I look like the kind of man who deals with the gods much? I've met Frey, once, and was cursed the second time I went to a shrine. But you're right, it's not that strange. Well, not the flying ship anyway." He kind of shrugs his shoulders, "Guess I didn't peg Jack as someone who would.. be much for the gods." Somehow, despite what little he knows of the man, the Captain following Safrin was less believable than a flying ship to him.
"Do I look like the kind of man who deals with the gods much? I've met Frey, once, and was cursed the second time I went to a shrine. But you're right, it's not that strange. Well, not the flying ship anyway." He kind of shrugs his shoulders, "Guess I didn't peg Jack as someone who would.. be much for the gods." Somehow, despite what little he knows of the man, the Captain following Safrin was less believable than a flying ship to him.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
