Ed sat nervously in his chair, watching the pair embrace and then distance themselves from each other once more. The guards cared little about the reunion, all except for one who lowered his sunglasses just enough to make sure his perceptions were clear. Two gods reminisced before them.
"Why are you here?" Korogg asked, crossing dangerous-looking arms over a barrel chest.
"I lost my feather. I went looking for it. I found you."
"Interesting. That probably explains why it took you so long to run into me," Korogg said, "you always did have a certain wanderlust. And a habit of creating strange coincidences."
"Well, I am not my whole self at the moment."
"You never asked," Korogg said, "why here...what I have been doing."
"Doing what you always have, I suppose," Venexx said, shrugging. "It is your nature."
"My nature...of course. You forget, living away from the heavens for so long, that some things are constant."
"Such as?"
"Explaining the world in terms of 'how it is' rather than 'how it should be.'"
Korogg offered a half-hearted grin to Venexx before slipping out of his chair and moving to a bottle of Carbon 12 Cola, a soft drink with a life expectancy of twelve years. The company headquarters was turned into irradiated rubble fifty years ago. Unfortunately, shares in stock followed suit soon after. Some things just can not be helped.
Venexx drained the last of his glass, his forked tongue dancing with the bubbles. His eyes watched Korogg take the seat across from him, which creaked under the syrynykk's immense weight.
"My nature..." Korogg said.
He took a sip of his drink and stared at the monitors, the monitors where large quantities of wealth were exchanged on the whims of fate, who was currently occupied with the astounding wonders of carbonate beverages.