I'll carry me up until the lumen's I will not fall alone the livingumen's eye. We will not fall alone.

The living are never to earn the sky.

The earth's their only hole.

So make my bed where the bunnies lie.

Sorry.

The earth and bowl. We only live for to better die because we're bound for the cutting stone.

The Church of the Slane God

I don't harbor any ill will towards religious of the slain God.

I don't harbor any ill-wheel towards religious folk.

There are lots of things that make an Arriner's life dangerous.

And the clouds folks need all the allies they can get.

Superstition can quiet an unsteady hand on the line, where anything

less than a firm grip courts the cutting stone.

But my generosity falls well short of tolerating the Church of the slain God.

Being as large as they are, I suppose it's a bit of a risk saying this to you.

But most worshippers of the slain God got something of a look about them. I'd like to think that even in my twilight years I still got a keen eye for some things.

No matter which port you call home you must have at least heard of the church. Even if you've never seen their red and purple robes or the strange

masks they wear on their face.

Their teachings are as old as the fall, and their history stretches way back to the age of nations.

Of course back then the old church looked nothing like it does now.

In the age of nations the church was unremarkable in every way except for their reach.

They preached to mariners and travelled the seas.

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