"M-My world's Zorc--He--He returned and--" She pointed to the stitches on her neck. The poor Thief had gotten her head torn off by the other god. "Please, I beg of you, Zorc, help me heal my neck!"
*More healing? Great. His followers were going to get the wrong impression of him at this rate. What happened to his reputation of ruling by fear?*
You flee one Zorc just to run to the arms of another? Are you daft? *His teeth ground against each other* If he attacked you, there’s a far greater chance that I’ll be on his side than yours.









