Haedorman watched the mortals and their little celebration of himself and his brethren while he lounged on his couch and sipped his wine with one hand a twirled a mace around with the other hitting objects and slaves alike but Haedorman was too tired too care. Tired not from a large amount of muscle work or from excising his brain but tired from doing nothing.[quote=MasterOfMetal]
Satúm enjoyed his day greatly. He enjoyed his mead, his women and meat,but when stumbling past the temple stairs, he was reminded of his predicament.'Damn.. still no offering..'He looked at his half empty cup 'Could I perhaps.... Nah..''Here goes nothing, literally'Satúm took one last swig, threw his mug on the gound, whiped his mouth and started walking up the white steps.Satúm, calmed by the drink, walked to the alter, empty handed, he had a plan, a bold plan. quite clever he thought.'To all the divines, whose eyes pierce clouds and flesh I call!'He raised his empty hands to the sky'I bring you.. NOTHING'a confident smile on his lips'nothing physical that is.I offer a promise whoever will accept it!Any promise!Who will take my offer, oh great devines!'
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Haedorman thought the boy bringing a goat was funny, if not cliche, but this man who was wine stained and stunk of liquor dared to offer himself, and others of course, nothing? Haedorman was weighing up ethier sending down a rock and crushing the man for his nerve to be so arrogant in front of him or to go down their and recruit the lad as he clearly had some sense of humour even if he was dim witted or no