A new World

B a s t i e n

I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin

"Ah...you see..." He laughed quietly. On Earth, Darkeye's observation would have been correct, but here... "Here immortality is not actually so rare. The Voice offers a version of it to any that follow her and the Old Gods imbue those they especially value with it. I myself do not age or grow ill. Perhaps someone might kill me..." A possibility that was looking depressingly likely as time went on. "...but naturally? I shall never die, unless I choose to."

Bastien listened politely to talk of 'Kor'. No matter how powerful this God had been, it meant nothing now, but he knew how important they were to the people who had once revered them. "Sounds like a fair God, I suppose. Compared to some of the ones here. I'm afraid he has no influence here, though. No Outlander Gods do." Not that he'd ever believed in the God they preached in the Vatican.

He opened the door and stepped inside. The Vlamvoed was very quiet this time of day, especially as the Ascended generally didn't drink. "We don't use money here. We work together as a community. There will be things you can do to help when you are settled, but don't worry about it until then. Would you like a drink? I assume you're a man that likes a beer." He said, with a wink. "And I'll find you something to eat."

And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within