Luneshale Pass emotional torture

The notion displeases, as he would expect it to. Every servant bridled against their own mortality, only few in high favor would be blessed by their rulers with an afterlife.

“It is not for arrogance. It is the way of life for our people. Akashingo, and also the portlands of Ta-Senet. This is where I come from.” He stalked forward, eyes moving to trace over Zaahira’s searing gaze, “you are not born of this soil. Does your homeland believe in the Gods, mazoi?”