*Iris speaks back in her lowered tone*
Iris: He... took Hanna for questioning, she came back okay but I'm still worried... He seemed nice enough, but I can't shake some feeling that something's up...
*She shakes her head worriedly and looks down at the sleeping Hanna*


*Silvan's up-until-now forgotten body quivers on the ground*


*Horus chuckles again*
Horus: Not technically speaking, but again, worshipped as one.
*He sips his drink for a moment before giving a brief rundown of what Elders are. That being a race older than humanity who often rule from the shadows and who were worshipped as gods by less civilized nations*
Horus: Many of us still play roles in the world from behind the scenes. For example, if you've ever heard of a man named Napoleon Bonaparte, a Elder by the name of Nike helped him to win many battles, she implored her friend Damos, the spirit of terror into making his foes afraid and flee in battle. We've influenced many throughout the world, from Queen Victoria to Stan Lee


*Mergoux limps from her room towards the kitchen, still injured from the leg-stab*