“Ugh, what’s that smell?” John wrinkled his nose.
“The man who arrived last night. Keeps calling himself a
paladin of Neros.” Gregory responded.
“Who the hell is Neros?”
Gregory shrugged. “Some god.”
“Tsk. What sort of god wants followers who smell like
that?”
“I heard it’s some sort of god of the dead.”
“The gods don’t exist. And even if they had existed, they
all died in The War That Split the Land.”
“How can you believe in that if you don’t believe in any
gods?”
“I don’t. I’m just saying that if there had been any
gods, they’re dead.
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