"Good thing I'm not trying to figure out how." With a relaxed shrug, Gren just smiles: he's not really about trying to kill anyone... not any more. Now that he's dead, or at least no longer alive in the traditional sense, revenge doesn't have quite as much meaning as it used to.

He really doesn't want to see Vicious walk through the front door, and he's pretty sure he's not the only one.

"So... you're immortal, you might know: what is this place?" He's always figured that it was some sort of a waystation, something in between life and death, or maybe in between heaven and hell although he's not so sure about the concept of God or heaven, and he's always kind of thought that if there is a hell, it's life because that can dish up some exquisite kinds of torture most people couldn't think up in their worst nightmares.

Of course, this Sam Linnfer man might not know. Immortal doesn't necessarily equal wise.