"Well I wouldn't want to go near the old quarter," he smirked and shook his head slowly. "Not with the street torn up like that, knowing that only meters down there is a sleeping giant who could kill you in a moment if it wished to." He chuckled. "Good luck with that."
He knit his brow and looked towards the street, all manner of monstrous gods running through his mind, as if he could see them writhing down there discontent and waiting to burst from the depths below.
"Yes, but it's also true." She stretched languidly, the idea of time and space and reality being so fluid obviously not something that she fretted too much about. But then again, considering her nature, she wouldn't.
My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.