Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

He just. . .didn't have time for this shit. He'd seen the young man and thought he'd make good company, and now it had turned into the Rusalkans swooping down upon the boy like birds of prey. Fucking vultures. Verx gave another eye roll at Caiaphas's assessment, and then they went skyward when Lieutenant Asshole in his high place offered food.

They'll fatten you up and then eat you, Vercingetorix chuckled. Seems like nursery rhyme shit, right? I dunno, man. Weird as fuck, like I said.

But he was bored and slightly uncomfortable already. It was like talking to your new next-door neighbor when a couple of proselytizers came to the door in their spiffy outfits, book of wisdom in hand. Look, I get it man, heaven is great and all, but I really just wanted to talk about the game on Sunday.

With all this in mind, Verx began to pad away, giving a dip of his head in farewell to the stranger. Let them preach the good word. He didn't care to hear it.