Asleif's smile was a small one, but a presence all the same. "Most certainly," she agreed.
The Egptian hall had held her interest as well. Her father had often spoken of the gods of Egypt in less than glowing terms, but as far as she could ascertain, they truly knew how to keep their worshipers in-line.
But the day of the gods seemed to have passed from the mortal world. There would be no prayers and sacrifices to Asleif Thorsdottir. A pity.
"Most intriguing indeed. By... some aspects more than others."
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