Ah, for some optimism

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[The surroundings have decided to be a cavern at the moment. (The one underneath Hurog, in fact, not that anyone else would recognize it.) Oreg isn't entirely sure what to do with the fact that it looks like it should but he still can't sense the keep, especially since he can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing. He's standing and looking at where the dragon bones should be, arms crossed]

What's the point of this place if nothing here changes anything in the real world?

Comments

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[his eyes go wide]

You know a god?

[still_sitting]

Hah. I know a few gods. No, my boss is above the gods. Been around since before the gods were even thought up into existence. You should hear him explain it, it's almost poetic.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[Is there really a way to accuse a talking raven of being insane?]

I suppose I'll take your word on that.

[still_sitting]

[Nope. Nice try. ♥]

Probably best. It's a bitch to properly explain. That's why I usually leave it to the boss.

So, what's your name, anyway?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Oreg. Yours?

[still_sitting]

Matthew. Nice to meet you, Oreg.

[He looks around] Kind of a tight spot you've got here. Never been one for caves and small spaces, for obvious reasons. But it's not so bad. The lights are a nice touch.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

It isn't meant to be hospitable.

[still_sitting]

Well yeah, I figured as much. Caves usually aren't places for company, unless it's like the stone ages or something.