The next morning, they went down to invite Mira to breakfast, and the Cleric was sitting on the front steps, staring at the sun and contemplating the clear morning sky.
"Stuck on a thought?" Karl asked, as he took a seat beside the cleric.
The man nodded. "Yeah, I've been searching for the key to immortality. You see, I've got an incurable curse on me, placed by a Demigod. Nothing in this world can break it but intervention by the Gods.
Only, the Lord of the Underworld told me that there was a way to avoid it and live forever."
Karl nodded. "A curse to die young, that can be avoided forever? I am likely going for the obvious here, but isn't that just a curse of Undeath?"
The cleric stared at Karl as if he had just dropped legendary lore on him out of nowhere.
"I don't think that you're wrong. But wouldn't I lose my humanity?"
