[ There are none who would look upon him in adulation. Prayers are not given to a god of war, but in attempts to stave off the warlike nature of those gods. They exist to be appeased, not loved; feared, not treasured. What desperation ought he have, for adherents to flock to him? He would laugh so brightly, the prominent row of his fangs bared before the Knight's eyes, if he were there in person. Instead, he communicates his amusement in written form -- letters passed across an invisible battlefield. ]
I meant what I said. I will cast my attentions upon you in this place, in Khonshu's absence. I did not say it was for better. Does that feel born of desperate in your eyes, champion of the traveler?
[ The second half of his retort comes across primly: ]
no subject
I meant what I said. I will cast my attentions upon you in this place, in Khonshu's absence. I did not say it was for better. Does that feel born of desperate in your eyes, champion of the traveler?
[ The second half of his retort comes across primly: ]
We are in agreement, then.