Her smile broadens, confidence flowing through
her inebriated body like a hot knife through
butter.
"Now normally I'm a patient
entity," the entity continues. "And
have, in my own fashion, a sense of morals
and what not. But what is with all the freshly
dead coming to me looking for 'enlightenment'
like I'm some kind of deity or whatever. Freshly
dead are like tourists to the ethereal plane.
They come, they see the first thing they see,
me, and think 'hey, she glows, she must be
a deity with the meaning of life and stuff.'
That would be like me coming to this prime
material plane of yours, seeing a kobold,
and thinking it was a god. What is that about?
After so many years, I can only assume its
because I'm just so sexy!"
She strikes a "sexy" pose...
