We continued walking toward the tavern while the first signs of rain began dotting the dirt road.
Ahead of us, a carriage rolled past slowly, its wheels crunching through the mud while the horses snorted heavily in the cold air. I watched it disappear farther down the road, my thoughts immediately turning darker.
"Hmm…"
Ken looked up. "Man, it's raining."
"It's gonna get worse. Look at the clouds."
"Let's pray Martyn doesn't screw us over like that."
Martyn.
Before I could ask who he meant, I remembered.
The God of Trickery.
Right.
I was actually starting to memorize the gods of this world now. Little by little, I was adapting to this life whether I wanted to or not. Still, every now and then, I found myself missing Earth badly. I missed a world where shadows didn't hide monsters, where teleportation and murder rituals didn't exist, and where walking outside at night didn't make me wonder if something would jump at my throat from the darkness.
