[hr][center][h1][color=f26522]Walt Grismer[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr]Location: Aurora, Colorado
Interacting: Omen Agent [@Morose][hr][hr][/center]

	Walt was dumbstruck, did this guy just say that there are two Norse deities wandering the earth at this moment, nothing good comes from the gods laying eyes on man. As the agent stood and began to walk Walt stood as well, there would be no way he would be missing out on this, however the whole weight of everything was sinking in on him, this wasn't some wolf pack gone wild, no nest of vampires looking for the next next meal, not even some lesser deity taking a life or two, this had to be major players, Aesir or Vanir, major pantheon. The agent was putting it all on the table maybe too much so, but it was clear things were worse than ever, Walt had been trying to find his way to getting his mitts on a Grigori sword for a while, however with the lack of them lately he had been unsuccessful, now this agent was just going to hand him one.

[color=f26522]"Yeah, okay, after you man, hey uh, which God did you say we are going after again?"[/color]

	Walt was not completely out of practice but enough so that the prospect of going back in head first like this was not the first thing he would have chose to do. Walt had wanted to make this town into what resembled a home, but it seemed that the machinations of man and gods would not allow such frivolity. Lore on the old gods of the Scandinavians wasn't too scarce, but it  has been mangled so horribly my the modern media and modern cultures that understanding them was something that is not an easy task, however, revering them was even harder as a hunter, it was counter intuitive to the nature of both, yet Walt still found some solace, and hopefully his understanding may help prevent a war between man and gods.