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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.