"We. Has. You talk as though he lives now, and fathered each of you."
Hanak would scoff at this as an impossibility, but the last day has hardened him to fantastic claims. The Humans could say they shit gold and he'd give it credence.
Chapter 8 - The Sylvanhel
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Ovind's eyes go a bit out of focus as she thinks on such supernatural wonders. "He has lived many lifetimes. Perhaps the gods extended his mortality, or his might staves off the passing of time. We have received Visions from him, the latest impressing us that he has been captured by the Winter God, and his struggles to escape distract the deity from our actions. What of that is literal and what is figurative, I know not."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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Ronk turns to Hanak and says, "Making childs easier than flying." The barbarian turns and then says, "We kill Mulcarn. Ronk no care if winter or summer. Mulcarn will die." He take a few steps away and peers outward back in the direction of his former life.