Blackbeak Bluff i brought my body to the altar

he was only half-listening, though did catch the bit about stories and how the world couldn't go on forever or something like that. "who says everything needs an end?", he tossed back playfully, brow arched while a lighthearted grin danced along his features.

all good things must come to an end was the biggest bullshit line he'd ever heard. if something was good in this messed up world of theirs, then who in their right mind would try to put a stop to it? "i mean just think of all those stories you could dream up if it didn't have an end." he could certainly weave up a few tales to tell the kids, but then again not everyone had as colorful an imagination as he did.