"Spirits, yeah. Demons, other things. Especially recently, the veil's been cracked open in a bunch of places and they wander into the world more. And I know folklore from a few different cultures. The Qunari - my people - don't have stories quite like that, but most human and elven cultures do."
Which is to say, yeah, he's heard stories about all kinds of powers in the world and what meanings other people invest in them. The Avaar have their natural spirits, the Dalish and humans have their gods.
Now that's a fucking relief; it makes for a much easier starting point. Sweeney nods.
"Where I'm from, humans basic'lly Believe things inta existin'. Gods, spirits, that sorta thing. Humans need them ta exist, so they just..." He scrunches his nose, looking for an acceptable word. "...will them inta bein'. They don't seems ta do it with clear intention; more just need ta explain nature shit or have a reason not ta let their kids go inta the woods." That's the short version.
"I've been one'a those Wild spirits fer a few hundred years, an' other shit b'fore that, 'cause of what humans b'lieved me ta be." He shrugs a shoulder, as if the topic is casual. "I've spent millennia in the company of gods an' such, so shit like this's kinda par fer the course." His focus shifts to the window, and he squints at it for a moment before returning his gaze to Bull.
"Lotta Stories like mine were written ta take place somewhere an' awful lot like this, so it's kinda like fallin' off a log." It's not a challenge to get back into.
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Which is to say, yeah, he's heard stories about all kinds of powers in the world and what meanings other people invest in them. The Avaar have their natural spirits, the Dalish and humans have their gods.
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"Where I'm from, humans basic'lly Believe things inta existin'. Gods, spirits, that sorta thing. Humans need them ta exist, so they just..." He scrunches his nose, looking for an acceptable word. "...will them inta bein'. They don't seems ta do it with clear intention; more just need ta explain nature shit or have a reason not ta let their kids go inta the woods." That's the short version.
"I've been one'a those Wild spirits fer a few hundred years, an' other shit b'fore that, 'cause of what humans b'lieved me ta be." He shrugs a shoulder, as if the topic is casual. "I've spent millennia in the company of gods an' such, so shit like this's kinda par fer the course." His focus shifts to the window, and he squints at it for a moment before returning his gaze to Bull.
"Lotta Stories like mine were written ta take place somewhere an' awful lot like this, so it's kinda like fallin' off a log." It's not a challenge to get back into.