Neverwinter Forest giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon

Marruz liked the stranger's tale of the mother and her family. It garnered the newcomer what few brownie points the grumpy boy awarded. Plus, he had never considered taking such a stance with the stars. The incorporation of Betelguese was yet another point of view he had not yet explored.

When the emerald-orbed fellow spoke once more, it interrupted the darkling's silent rumination. Indigo eye started, having almost forgotten the presence of another. He curtly shook out his coat and tipped his crown in a melancholy nod.

"Gods have a right to be pissed-off," Marruz's voice was almost sympathetic — that is, sympathetic for the gods. "We're just a bunch of lumbering flees in their flanks. It's a wonder we don't die much more often." And for all the dread in its depths, the words slipped from his tongue in a rather buoyant manner.