Re: Atlanta
"Pagan Gods...they call that a sin around these parts you know, old gods, old magic. Those pesky Celestials, they don't like it"
The voice was cold, crisp and taunting. Alastair was amused by the girl, the young woman calling on such old gods. It was entertaining to him, Although so was what he intended on doing to her, he thought with a shrug lifiting a metal cylinder from the coals. Burning, red hot.
"Tell me, why do you call on Artemis, the Huntress right?"