I tried to speak but my throat was so dry that nothing more than a squeak emerged. It took me to attempts to finally say what I wanted to. “What are you going to do with me?”
They hadn't just killed me which meant that they either wanted something from me or else they wanted to brag before killing me. Neither option give me any great hope of escaping this alive.
“As far as anyone in Godville is concerned you ran away. We have witnesses. Your belongings have been packed up. No one will know the truth. You see if we kill you now the gods would notice. They have an eye on you and for whatever reason have chosen to indulge this fantasy world you have created with the Cursor Demi gods. A fantasy which is causing more problems than your stupid little brain can even comprehend. The gods don't c
