The being who called himself Moradin smiled wide again. “This is the Otherworld. Not quite Heaven, and decidedly not Hell. You’re not dead – not yet, anyway. It’s a place where the Undecided are allowed to visit, to take some time to choose whether to return to their lives back there. I thought it would be a safe place for me to approach you with a…” His words drifted off as he stared down at Pellanor. “Let’s call it a proposition.”

He placed the large tankard on the bench beside him, a bench far too tall for Pellanor to climb up and join him. But Pellanor was too interested in hearing about this “proposition” to worry about the seating arrangements.

“Y’see, Pellanor m’lad,” Moradin began, “there are many wor...

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