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Perhaps my world is younger than yours. There's no way to know after all. As for Eógan having a brother... that I don't know. If he have one he has never mentioned him in any case.

[There's a smile tucking on his lips.] Thank you. I'll see how long I decide to stay. There's still much to be seen.

Returning someone from the dead isn't something mortals should fiddle with. The Sisters do not appreciate that. When they cut the string, it shall remain cut. Messing with fate awakens their fury.

A quest is what we call it back home too. [His smiles grows broader.] I shall try not to. Wouldn't wanna ruin their expectations.

In my day we believed God created the heavens and earth in seven days. Now it is said the world is billions of years old. I suppose some things will never be known for sure, even by beings such as us.

[ Lifting his head, he takes in a breath of the cool mountain air and exhales gladly. ] Indeed. This is a beautiful world, even though it has changed much from the time when I was young.

[Some of his good humor deflates at that next comment from Aiden, though.] Perhaps it is just as well that I do not visit your world at once, then. When I first realized my power to raise the dead, I used it to return four of my brothers-in-arms who had recently died in battle to life. Two of them died again, but two lived and still live to this day.

I must ask, how did you come to find me? [He gestures around them.] This village is small and remote. I can't imagine you found yourself here of all places when first you arrived on this world.

[He considers that but decides against commenting on it. He knows, or at least thinks he do, how his world were made. A god making a world in 7 days wasn't farfetched. But he didn't know Bennet's world.]

I can't imagine they'll be pleased no. But their influence is contained to my world. Besides fate is a strange thing. Perhaps you were meant to rise them from the dead. Like I said, others in my world has managed the same. But usually with the blessing of the gods. Others have taken more... unconventional paths.

I like small remote villages. Finding you was just coincidence. Though not entirely. I heard word about you being a special kind of man. I got curios.

Those four I raised were noble souls who fell in battle with an enemy I brought into our home through my own folly. If I am to be judged for that, by your gods or this world's gods, I suppose I will simply have to face that when the time comes. But I do not regret it, and given the choice I would raise them again. A commander's duty is to his men first and foremost.

Hm. [He looks thoughtful.] I believe the word for that is 'serendipity'. These people know who I am, though the few outsiders who come here believe their tales of me to be merely the superstition of mountain people. I come back here from time to time, when I need to remember who I am. I imagine you probably have such a place for yourself on your world.