Maybe, I’m Sure

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Her continued refusal of the offer was gentle, grateful but determined none the less. Maea wanted to explore her other options first, wanted to make use of her own resources before she took advantage of others. Call it pride, independence or stubbornness, none of it was wrong, and she held fast to them now that she'd lost pretty much everything else. She was horrified to hear about the Rathskeller, and switched over to that subject even as she told herself that if Peter ever wound up regretting his choice of family, she'd help him get out again if she could. If it ever came to that. "Why, what happened?" she asked him. The old tavern had existed as long as the Hollowed Grounds, as far as she knew. It had been a gathering place, a home on LongNights and a natural part of the community. If it was gone.... where would people go to eat? To drink, make merry?