“The Author… you mean Wrath? Hmmm… he offers an option. There is someone you could talk to. Lemme get them.”
A light appears, blinding. “What is it you Wish, mortal?”
Hectaw
You must be married to justice, because only a blind girl would marry you. And your tongue is as sharp as a soup spoon!
Not very sincere,
Holy Vassal of Divinity
Cuz he hasn’t had eyes in years!
Sain appears, and Pyk temporarily freezes. “The Scribe is a bit predisposed, but I act as his voice from time to time.”