"Darian," swishing water through his teeth, "no last name, dad - hippie - no bueno for the driver's license." He swallowed and looked at his canteen with a raised eyebrow. "Y'know, you wouldn't think it, but holy water tastes absolutely no different than normal water. I mean I guess I could be a bit blessed now, but what even are the odds?" Then he looked around at his newly formed company where he'd had none before. "Oh. Well, right then." Snapping a finger at the purple sky, he passed the canteen to Loki and put his elbows on his knees.
"So is everyone heading to the port town? Or am I the only one?"
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