"I'm human." Saint-Germain lets that sink in. "Originally".
She begins to lower herself on a dragline, the better to speak to him eye-to-eye. Peering down upon him has its advantages, but not for this phase of the conversation.
"You're on Ryslig peninsula, on the continent of Skamd. The Fog God has brought you here to turn you into a monster to avenge herself upon humankind."
She sniffs. "Supposedly."
Perhaps having a member of the literal Illuminati, spider in the web of all conspiracy theories, doing the welcome speech isn't the greatest idea.
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She begins to lower herself on a dragline, the better to speak to him eye-to-eye. Peering down upon him has its advantages, but not for this phase of the conversation.
"You're on Ryslig peninsula, on the continent of Skamd. The Fog God has brought you here to turn you into a monster to avenge herself upon humankind."
She sniffs. "Supposedly."
Perhaps having a member of the literal Illuminati, spider in the web of all conspiracy theories, doing the welcome speech isn't the greatest idea.