When Worlds Meet

Bjorn meets pythia What is this, you are not the seer Ahh Bjorn, is the seer not one that sees who communes with the gods for if that is so then I am seer You talk in riddles women, you must be a seer (light chuckle) So Bjorn, what have you come to ask the gods today? You have disarmed me with your presence seer, for I now know not other than that they call me Truth you used to seek feels empty for what you desire is the cup you left empty But am I not favored by the gods I am Bjorn Ironside am I not Mistake this as challenge and cup will shatter never to be filled never will nourish Speak not in riddles women speak truth Truth appear as riddles until you've understood them go now and be one with nature and soon you shall hear the gods whisper (He goes to lick her hand as offering and she dissipates into smoke yet her presence is still felt) The gods, they do not favor me, they favor us all