"But what about Domorvost?" asks Kral. "This is our chance to secure a place for ourselves in the afterlife—a place usually reserved for only the greatest heroes."
"A place that the gods, or whatever those beings claim to be, deign to hand out to those who do as they're told?" scoffs Seramet. "While I cannot deny the existence of that realm, who even knows what happens to us after death? Perhaps we do go to the spirit world, but perhaps most of us just stay as bones, buried in the earth. Besides, where are the 'spirit worlds' of the people of Kulmajalar, or of Dumnia? What happened to the dead before the gods existed? I intend to live the rest of my life as I always have, Kral, and destiny be damned." She looks at you. "I'm sorry, Basileios. It has been a pleasure serving you, but now we part ways."