[ She says it almost wryly, and moreso under her breath — she's been the recipient of more than one ballad penned by a sing-songy twit of a bard, with obvious metaphor and somewhat exaggerated references about her hypnotizing ability to influence men to her will. ]
My world has no gods. [ Not that she's ever seen, and everything she ever has pointed to a distinct lack. ] Though there are men who consider themselves of a likeness.
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[ She says it almost wryly, and moreso under her breath — she's been the recipient of more than one ballad penned by a sing-songy twit of a bard, with obvious metaphor and somewhat exaggerated references about her hypnotizing ability to influence men to her will. ]
My world has no gods. [ Not that she's ever seen, and everything she ever has pointed to a distinct lack. ] Though there are men who consider themselves of a likeness.