@percified asked: “that’s the universe hitting me with some sweet irony.”
“So... fate?” Jester sips on her tea, eyebrows rising. The Traveler told him a story once, when she was younger, of a stuck up rich boy in a white castle he’d met that didn’t believe in the power of gods. Back then, she thought it was just a story, he told many of those and most didn’t seem real, but now things were starting to fall into place. And maybe the Traveler isn’t a god, technically, but he’s still powerful enough to become one someday. If he wanted to. “Thank you for letting us stay here, Vilya’s daughter said it would be safe-- how did you meet him? Artagan?”














