"How do I get back from the Northern Realm? Oh right, did I forget to leave contact information for Fisher? How will he contact me later? Such a hassle, why can't I just die..."
In the vast, white snowfield, the Death Lord, who had walked far out, lifted a flask and took a swig of strong liquor. It was only when the cold wind hit his head that some of the drunkenness from earlier in the church began to fade, and suddenly he thought of the problem currently troubling him.
He patted his head, belatedly intending to turn back to the previous Healing Corruption Church to find Fisher and leave contact information, preferably borrowing some Northern Realm silver coins. It was quite expensive to take a ship back from here, and he had spent all his money on cigarettes and booze earlier, forgetting to keep a little for the return fare.
