If a tithe and a prayer weren't enough for the Twelve, then that was very unfortunate, because it was all Miryn could afford to give. Her hands were tied as it was. Money for food and shelter, time and attention for matters of basic survival. It already took all she had on a daily basis just to keep afloat. Where was the energy to do more supposed to come from?
A surge of frustration washed over her, though she wasn't sure why. The woman was just asking, and not even in an accusatory tone. In fact, a few years ago – in another lifetime – Miryn would've agreed. Faith and service towards a cause greater than oneself; it was the highest honor.
"As I said, sometimes what you want isn't what you get. I doubt even the gods fare much differently than mortals." Miryn frowned again. "Though, if the gods were disappointed so much that they turned away from us more than they already have, I suppose we'd have quite the problem on our hands.
"So, what then?" Miryn nodded at the woman. "Do you have answers, or are you just trying to make my night more bleak than it already is?"
The small crowd around them was becoming less small and Miryn regretted not staying indoors for another ale.
A surge of frustration washed over her, though she wasn't sure why. The woman was just asking, and not even in an accusatory tone. In fact, a few years ago – in another lifetime – Miryn would've agreed. Faith and service towards a cause greater than oneself; it was the highest honor.
"As I said, sometimes what you want isn't what you get. I doubt even the gods fare much differently than mortals." Miryn frowned again. "Though, if the gods were disappointed so much that they turned away from us more than they already have, I suppose we'd have quite the problem on our hands.
"So, what then?" Miryn nodded at the woman. "Do you have answers, or are you just trying to make my night more bleak than it already is?"
The small crowd around them was becoming less small and Miryn regretted not staying indoors for another ale.
