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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 2968537" data-attributes="member: 7280">[Top Deck]Dragen grunted dismissively."I wet some of my first shafts on a young woman from Thrane about your age," the archer began, looking up sadly. "She had blonde hair and didn't have the good sense to sleep in that morning.""Around this corner she came wearing this green dress, with a bucket to fill from the well," Dragen rubbed his temples with one hand. "...and I put one through her throat and one into her right eye from about the distance you are from me right now." The archer's smile turned both vicious and wry."Afterwards I vomited, it's common," he explained. "Then kissed her corpse and thanked her for her gift.""Maybe her Silver Flame would have provided her some comfort. It certainly didn't protect her that day," he provided as he worked on the other boot."I think we killed the rest of her family soon afterwards," the grey-headed archer mused, rubbing his chin. "Who knows for certain about these things? HAH!" he barked."There are no gods," he said, gazing directly into the young girl's eyes. "Or if there are gods then they are vicious liars of the worst sort. When men die, they die into nothingness unless men remember.""I comfort myself with by remembering the smell of that dead girl's hair, not with the whispered lies of her divine oppressor. You can count on men, and to oblivion with the gods," he finished with an almost whispered hiss as he rose to his feet."If you'll pardon me, miss," he said politely, "You'll understand there are more important things than souls and more present things than gods. I'm good with this," he indicated his bow, "because I don't allow my conscience to distract me from the purpose of the bend and shaft. I'm no more a priest of the blood than one of your templars, and while I know my mind I don't see a purpose to speak of it most of the time. This, I believe, is the essence of polite company.""Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll see what sort of wine the galley serves up for breakfast. I've spent more time with demons and the past this morning than I usually do."</blockquote>

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