Wellard bites his lip, thinking for a moment, before looking back up to Legolas.
"Some people find their way here, and the door locks behind them. Not for always, but for a time. Others, here- Well."
He taps his fingers on the table top.
"For them, the door to this place is found between life and... whatever afterlife they were headed to, be it heaven, hell, or any others that I've heard of from people here. They are just as alive as any can tell, but if and whenever they leave, the way out through the door continues on to where every they were headed, after they died."
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:17 am (UTC)"Some people find their way here, and the door locks behind them. Not for always, but for a time. Others, here- Well."
He taps his fingers on the table top.
"For them, the door to this place is found between life and... whatever afterlife they were headed to, be it heaven, hell, or any others that I've heard of from people here. They are just as alive as any can tell, but if and whenever they leave, the way out through the door continues on to where every they were headed, after they died."