Zef laughed, though it wasn't because it was funny. Her fingers trailed along Jaxen's hip as he rolled on to his side. "We don't worship the gods. People did. The mundanes, those without power. The gods like you lived longer than us normal folks. You could do things we couldn't. And they took control as power corrupts absolutely." She told Jaxen of a few stories she'd been told. Of the exploits of gods like Zeus and Poseidon. With a smile she added. "Some of you worked with the Atharim to destroy the other gods. Making the ultimate sacrifice when it was over. I'm hoping a few of you will help me. Got one already. And another like me looking at another. You are safe from the Atharim either way. My hacker says he's got you covered."
"But all this is so very serious for pillow talk." Zef giggled. "So no island, Jaxen Marveet where would you rather go?"
"But all this is so very serious for pillow talk." Zef giggled. "So no island, Jaxen Marveet where would you rather go?"