TurtleGod
Just a Turtle. 50% Hitler.
(What the hell? Neto flopped on the couch, now he's laying on it. Just pretend you forgot about me and I forgot about you, and you're sitting on my legs.)
Neto looked up. "I think they exist either way, in my universe. In our minds." he said, pointing to his head as he watched Mauro pour a cup of ale. "We chased them to destruction...? Why? And... Realm elders... Someone from the old realm? Total destruction? This realm? What the hell are you talking about? How can one human make a difference? How can they make a balance?" He stood up, and walked over to Mauro. "Can I have some?" he asked, peering in the cup.
Neto looked up. "I think they exist either way, in my universe. In our minds." he said, pointing to his head as he watched Mauro pour a cup of ale. "We chased them to destruction...? Why? And... Realm elders... Someone from the old realm? Total destruction? This realm? What the hell are you talking about? How can one human make a difference? How can they make a balance?" He stood up, and walked over to Mauro. "Can I have some?" he asked, peering in the cup.