05-13-2014, 08:41 PM
Chrissie leaned back against her chair, taken aback. That was the last answer she'd expected, the very last thing that would have crossed Chrysantha's mind. The swordswoman shifted her own blade, and shook her head before lifting her eyes. "I'm sure you must have your reasons, but perhaps there's still something left for you to do and that might be why you're still here." Death chose its victims carefully, and the other gods watched over people's lives, guiding them towards the things they needed to do before passing on.
Of course, sometimes people failed. Chrysantha tilted her head to the side. She had messed up more then once, but there were always more chances. Perhaps this Inn was one of them for the hunter.
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