All I wanted was a way back home

“Maybe we can name ourselves the deities of chill, think about i tour signs could be a beer a lute and a tattoo. I think that we should definitively look into that godhood business” he said with a smile. He had never been specially devoted and admittedly his sentence had been a teensy bit of a blasphemy to the maker but hey, there was no mother of the chanty hearing anyways.

“Yess or the love making deity, Maker knows that it’s been a bit of a busy month and I miss sex” he said in a low tone, he had enough friendship with Nahreida to admit that kind of stuff to her.