Well. This was Zavros's first encounter with a divine being, and it was already starting on a rather bad note.<em>This is how you treat incoming family-in-law?</em>he thought incredulously.<em>What kinda lousy head of family</em>are<em>you?</em>He didn't say anything out loud - he couldn't keep a low whisper to his voice if his life depended on it. And if he tried, here it not only likely would, but it'd also rope in the rest of his impromptu group into something that they probably couldn't fight - even he could see that.<br/><br/>Zavros schooled the features on his face, but he couldn't stop a slight frown marring the otherwise stone-like slab he tried to present. He stayed close to his group - and even though he knew damned well that they all could fight incredibly nasty things, he could at least absorb the first few blows.<em>...maybe they have a forge I can 'borrow.'</em>He could hope anyhow - otherwise, the lowborn peasant with godly power was not going to try and perform where his strengths were absent from.