Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

Osprey had never been religious - from the very beginning she had considered that people had invented gods just because they needed something that could explain things and phenomenons their minds couldn't. Wasn't it easier to pretend that you were put under a spell of Aphrodite (and blame her for all the stupid things you did) rather than admit that you had been a fool driven by emotions? It sure made more sense that the lightening during the thunderstorm was because of Zeus's anger and not because that some charged particles met some other ones, crashed together and created massive amounts of light and sound (but this story sounded good - in another mythology). For her Greeks, Romans, Vikings, Indians (and whoever else roamed this Earth) and their respective religions and beliefs were nothing but interesting and exciting stories for Osprey. Valuable to listen and memorize, but not enough to implement them in her life. She was a heathen - if so others liked to call her - and a very proud one too.

Therefore it didn't occur to her that by only mentioning the Greek gods her value in the stranger's eyes had dropped down to zero. It wouldn't matter to her, if she had known the fact. For all she cared was that the conversation was running just as smoothly as two strangers would have, when meeting each other for the first time. "Nah... no luck. Haven't seen anyone like that running around in these lands. But I have heard that there are wolves living on the other side of the mountain range," she beckoned to the mountains, remembering Tyrr, who had come quite a long way. "Really - then you must have traveled through some very hostile lands."