WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, other folks. WHAT: It's an open log WHEN: Mid to late Guardian WHERE: Kirkwall, &c. NOTES: Erik curses. That's about it. Open starters in threads.
"Huh," is all Erik has to say to that because he's not used to such an easy response that includes god of the multiple varieties. He's not even sure he's a theist, most days, but he believes that there's definitely more than one hand in the pot, all things considered.
People come from all over the fucking place.
He doesn't expect the next thing that Silas says, not even a little bit. Erik blinks, and then shakes his head, shrugging. "I could imagine bein' in your place, easy. Havin' someone to talk to would'a saved my sanity."
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People come from all over the fucking place.
He doesn't expect the next thing that Silas says, not even a little bit. Erik blinks, and then shakes his head, shrugging. "I could imagine bein' in your place, easy. Havin' someone to talk to would'a saved my sanity."