fourteenth rune; frost; video

[respired]

[ HEY HE'S IN HIS DUMB LITTLE CABIN OUT BY HIS TRANQUIL LAKE; IT'S LOVELY, IT'S COVERED IN DUST; THERE ARE BOTTLES OF VODKA EVERYWHERE ]

Are any of you people even still alive?

[ He lifts a dusty bottle. ]

Come take one of these, if so. Congratulate yourself on surviving the apocalypse. We are -- [ he drinks deeply; it is possible he has been doing this for a while. for six years ] -- as gods. Or roaches, perhaps.

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[respired]

Bariyan and I scavenged up these bottles ourselves. I can't remember when, now. One of those times after we all got blasted to hell.

[ He shakes one at the camera. ]

You're free to even the score, should you come to claim it.

video fine

[boughtabookstore]

How many times have we all gotten blasted to hell?

[ wry, but her smile is bright ]

If I brought some of my own to add to the stash, do I get to share?

[respired]

More than once, I can tell you that. I've had to rebuild this damn cabin too often.

[ He nods. ]

Gladly.

[boughtabookstore]

Maybe you can teach me some carpentry while I'm there.

I could definitely use a new hobby.

[respired]

What passes your time now? Are you fond of working with your hands?

[boughtabookstore]

Not a great deal of import, but I make my way.

Mostly I've fought, but perhaps that could translate to being skilled with my hands.

[respired]

How are you at drawing? Draftsmanship.

[boughtabookstore]

I can't say I've ever tried more than sketching. I guess decent enough at that, at least.