FOX
"Ah, so that's still around," Fox says of the demigod sanctuary thing, though he'd have added a couple of colourful words before it, too. It's not that he is or was ever against people being kept safe during the war, it's just... no. You know what? It's far too hot for any fuckery, his own included. And so with thoughts about the Hollowed Grounds, it's once-upon-a-time leader and whateve refuge he'd made bitten back behind his tongue, he joins Morgen at his fire.
Setting down the jerky next to the pot for Morgen to make the stew, he fishes around in his pack a little more and withdraws a neatly wrapped parcel of fruitcake and a near empty package of coffee grounds, though it will make more than enough for the two of them to enjoy. "Pretty niche business, huh?" he says with a half smile. "The quiet must be pretty nice. I come from further north in the Grounds. It's not busy there, but it still feels loud."
Tilting his head to hear that the very same refuge-making-demigod is now a brothel-making demigod, Fox can't help but snort out a laugh. "Wonder how much business it gets," he says dryly.
Setting down the jerky next to the pot for Morgen to make the stew, he fishes around in his pack a little more and withdraws a neatly wrapped parcel of fruitcake and a near empty package of coffee grounds, though it will make more than enough for the two of them to enjoy. "Pretty niche business, huh?" he says with a half smile. "The quiet must be pretty nice. I come from further north in the Grounds. It's not busy there, but it still feels loud."
Tilting his head to hear that the very same refuge-making-demigod is now a brothel-making demigod, Fox can't help but snort out a laugh. "Wonder how much business it gets," he says dryly.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
