He flips up a hand in a half-shrugging gesture. "Depends on who you ask," he says. "Maybe misery and torment. Maybe oblivion and all the sorrows involved therein." He takes another deep swig of maple mead and then - reluctantly - passes it along to the soldier who's beckoning it over. Why is he talking about this, anyway? Ah, yes, because he's drunk.

"Most people don't think about it in that much detail. Being remembered is good, being forgotten is bad, and that's about as far as people generally get." Anyway. "So if you're not an atheist, then, what are you?"