Under New Management

This…attitude this old man was giving felt all too familiar. She had been confronted by older people who thought they knew more than her, and when they presented it logically she tended to agree. But even as he insisted, even his exact phrasing of how Safrin might portray Bastien, it didn’t sound right. ”I will ask her, when Long Night is over.” she said first to clarify. She had already had an unsettling run in with Ludo and wasn’t sure she felt up to testing the patience of the deities again this Long Night. ”But I spoke with Safrin right before Long Night. I had gone to her to apologize for Bastien’s rude behavior towards her. She didn’t think him a fine disciple, she thought him a player that used her name to get what he wanted. Safrin didn’t think him a disciple any more than an eagle thinks a rat a friend.” And here she was again, defending Safrin’s name and feelings to a man. What was it with this place, this building, that seemed to breed lies about the goddess. ”I am not saying I know more than you, but it is clear you are a liar if you claim that Safrin held any warm feelings for the previous occupant of this place.” Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry