Voice: un.The.Otter

[of_bokthersa]

My dear Persephone, I have a small request.

Comments

[threshes]

Occasionally yeah.

[of_bokthersa]

Then I suppose I'm quite charming.

[Says the man who lies for a living.]

[threshes]

Good. More men should be.

[of_bokthersa]

Do you know many charming men, lady Persephone?

[threshes]

More than you can possibly imagine over the years.

[of_bokthersa]

I don't think I'd want to trust any of them.

[threshes]

I ain't gotta trust 'em. I just judge 'em.

[of_bokthersa]

Should I be worried?

[threshes]

Ya ain't gonna be going to my world, brother.

[of_bokthersa]

Ah, then judging souls is your occupation?

[threshes]

It’s part of job as the Queen of the Underworld.

[of_bokthersa]

I see.

[threshes]

Where else do you think souls end up? It’s how I got one of my titles: our lady of the underground.

[of_bokthersa]

In my world, we end up at Bilory's gates.

[threshes]

Bilory's gates?

[of_bokthersa]

A lesser god of my word.

[threshes]

I see.