Zoroka snorted. "I'm not from around here. Don't worry. I'm sure your god will tell you all about me in a dream."
Why his deity would bother helping her now, as he claimed, was beyond her. Where was he when she was young and susceptible to such fantasies? The countless times she'd cried out and prayed to any deity to answer her had been met with silence.
Even if she felt like opening up to a stranger--which she didn't, it wouldn't be to the likes of Gorok, who looked about as intellectual as a spoon to her. Her eyes trailed off over to Rhagi. She might have opened up to him, but for Zig's interruption.
Oh well. The moment's passed. Not like she needed a shoulder to cry on. That, she sneered, was a habit of the weak. It was best to stand on one's own two feet, to rely on no one. To do otherwise was a sure promise of disappointment.
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