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"Oh, everything is very good; I will start gardening as I found the construction work very entertaining. It is good to do something with your hands, I have to agree very much on that point."

Asar-Suti gets a mug of coffee from the bar and adds, "Are you getting used to the weirdness here, yet? I hope things aren't toos trange or bewildering for you?"

They probably are - this is Boromir, after all. Asar-Suti is still impressed by the fact.

"Well." He smiles faintly. "The fact that I am dead is strange enough. All else?" He shrugs. "Takes a rather less bewildering tone."

Asar-Suti laughs. "You will get used to it. I have a friend named Blais who says 'I'm dead, what else can happen?' before he tries something outrageously new without any fear at all. I find it's a good attitude for those that are."

Boromir chuckles. "I think I shall copy his attitude. There may be adventures for me yet, even in death."

"Are you joking! You are in Milliways - of course there are adventures! As many as you want! Of any possible flavour, from tavern wenches to swordfighting, and everything in between. Adventures every day. And the weirdest applications of magic you can imagine. You will never get bored!" Asar-Suti declares, realising he is quite enamoured with the place where he now lives.

The small purple god has become a bit of a Milli!patriot.

I don't see how there any be many adventures in a tavern--nor have I met any tavern wenches." He chuckles. "The only barkeep I have met was a young man--Richard, I believe you said his name was?--and the women I have spoken to are more warlike and intelligent than any I have known.

"I do think I need to find someone to spar with, that my skills with a sword are not lost. Just to be . . . I don't know. Prepared for what comes next."

Asar-Suti shakes his head. "You just wait - there are expeditions out of here, and often enough some sort of trouble comes to see us. There are several sword fighters here, and I am sure you will find somebody to spar with. I'd recommend Alex of Tirragen, just because I know him and know he is very good, and trains zealously."

He then grins, and adds, "There are many kind of wenches, and not just the clever and aggressive sort, although I must say my best female friends here are of that sort. But there are many others that are quite different..."

Asar-Suti's voice trails off. He'll need a new female shape - Ilsa is too dangerous, and 'Ash' is generally known to be him.

"I don't know if I could go on an expedition." He gestures to where the door was. "The Bar seems to think I should stay."

"A woman is not vitally important, anyway. There is no longer a need for me to produce an heir and as for companionship . . ." He shrugs. "We shall see how things develop. I don't know how a woman would feel about being courted by a dead man."

Asar-Suti smiles, and has to keep himself from grinning broadly.

"As far as I know, a dead man is as good as any other, and some that are dead are quite successful with the ladies, or alternatively one special one," Asar-Suti says, smiling to himself because he thinks of Blais, who does not feel dead in any way.

"A woman, or indeed companionship as such, is good for much more than producing heirs - people like having that a lot, even here. Heh, especially here, I would say."

"We shall see," Boromir repeats, amused. "I have had little time to think about a wife--now that I have nothing but time--well. We shall see."

"So you shall - you have all the time in the world to grow into many new things that you might be. I know I have done things and met people and got used to routines that I thought never possible, at all. Only last night I gave candy to three very strange children from a very scary world, and tamed them wonderfully. Unexpected new things, as I said, day by day."

"Children liking candy is not unexpected, even in my world." He smiles faintly.

"These were unexpected, on any world except perhaps their own - three small monsters in the literal sense of the world," Asar-Suti says. "Still, the thing with the candy worked wonderfully on them - they sat on the carpet and started trading the things from their bags, and I had my peace to read. And normally I have no idea what to do with children, so I was rather glad those three responded so well."

Asar-Suti is learning - he has quite the soft spot for little Seth as well.

He frowns. "How can a creature be both a child and a monster? How . . . bizarre."

"Monsters have children?" Asar-Suti suggests. "No, these three were three creatures considered scary by many, but in child stage - a small devil, a small walking skeleton, and a little witch. Not that witches are really scary or fearsome where I come from, but that world seems to count them as monsters to frighten children with - only the monsters are children. That is the funny thing about it."

"I suppose they must, in some worlds. Monsters in my world do not seem to--how they do reproduce, I do not wish to consider."

"I, erm, heard the rumour that orcs come fulyl grown from slimy pods? No semi-cute little orc children, ever, to feel any pity about," Asar-Suti ventures. "I doubt they even have female orcs."

Boromir looks ill. "Perhaps it is well I have never seen it. I wouldn't wish to."

"It looks really, really squicky," Asar-Suti says, thinking of the scenes in the first movie. "Erm, so I hear, as there are no orcs any more."

Briefly, he wonders what would happen if an orc turned up in the bar. At the end of time, anything is possible - even orcs.

"That is well, for they are vile, evil creatures that would eat you as soon as look at you."

"I read that their ancestors were actually moriquendi, Elves that never went to the Undying Lands, were cuaght by Morgoth, Sauron's former boss in the First Age, and tortured to become those vile creatures," Asar-Suti says.

He read the Silmarillion, and remembers it well.

"It is strange that of all the creatures in the multiverse, only these orcs that never chose to become such are totally without hany hope of redemption?"

"Some beings are so completely evil redemption is simply not possible, I suppose. Redemption comes from desire," he murmurs, eyes going dark as he remembers his own actions towards Frodo before he fled. "But it is not enough merely to want. One must do."

"You know, my former enemies would have sworn that I was so completely evil that redemption was simply not possible; I was, after all, the Seker, the foul, noxious god of the Ihlini, manifesting in violet fire and smoke," Asar-Suti says, a bit darkly. "All of my former enemies in this place that I have met have become friends, one way or another - apart from one who hates me still. Still, I could be redeemed. My former follower Lochiel, who actually practically did the evil in my name could be redeemed. Only those orcs come with inbuilt eternal damnation?"

Asar-Suti is astonished to find himself quite ready to discuss this point with Boromir, to even admit to having been evil himself.

"Perhaps, in order to wish for redemption, you must first be aware it is possible. Whatever was your cause to change your path, it was enough to make you change your ways. Orcs, I would say, are not taught of such things as mercy."

"They are made, they are bred, they are taught, or not taught - they sounds o utterly passive, mentally. Were I to take a newly hatched orc straight from its slimy pod - sorry - and taught it all those things, what would that make him?"

Asar-Suti shrugs. The dilemma of the orcs has always been an interesting point, and here he is, discussing it with somebody who has actually fought the creatures. Boromir, actually, he reminds himself, having to keep his face from incongruously grinning.