[Camille listens. It's nice that he's forthright about it. Far more detail than a lot of other folks were willing to cough up, even about details that wouldn't matter in a cult town ten lightyears out of your own orbit.
They're not pleasant details, but they help.]
So you lucked out of the draft. [Wealth would do that for you. In his case it was a legacy of old knowledge, not a dad with deep pockets.] What's the qualification? Some kind of divine gift?
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They're not pleasant details, but they help.]
So you lucked out of the draft. [Wealth would do that for you. In his case it was a legacy of old knowledge, not a dad with deep pockets.] What's the qualification? Some kind of divine gift?
What happens if you refuse?