[color=#8fb3bd][b]"Eh? Sure why not."[/b][/color]

Her mood did a complete 180. Back in her eyes was the passion only possessed by nerds; her face was as warm and cheerful as ever, as though Castor wasn't going to die in 30 minutes. Well, it was because he wasn't. He was going to feel like he died, but he'd be blackout drunk so it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Quickly counting things on her fingers, she turned to Varanense to repeat what she just said. Well, she was going to. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted the skull masked youth reach for the animal girl's ears. With the speed of Hermes and the strength of a flying slipper, she slapped the youth's hand down as though he was reaching for the cookie jar.

[color=#8fb3bd][b]"That's sexual harassment! Ask [i]before[/i] you reach and not [i]during[/i]."[/b][/color] She scolded. She also completely glossed over the part where he didn't know that animal people existed. It was also that everyone she worked with couldn't tell her what colour the sun was, so not knowing about the world was at least somewhat excusable. She then turned back to Varanense and repeated what she said earlier. For real this time.

[color=#8fb3bd][b]"So your god should have told you why, but gods are weirdos so they probably didn't. You have potential, so you're being put into a super neat initiative where we basically make a party of super rookies and see how far that gets. Also god politics but god politics sucks and nobody should ever talk about god politics. Oh and—"[/b][/color]

Dahlia had told Varanense all about god politics. Really, it was rather astounding. Not the content, though. The content was dry as crappy crackers. The fact that, despite paraphrasing earlier, she had repeated everything about god politics that she had said earlier. It was only with a certain swagger and an ahem that she stopped speaking. From behind Dahlia, [url=https://i.imgur.com/SkfmUF2.png]a small figure[/url] had appeared.

No taller than a hunched over 5 feet, his presence was known from the way he conducted himself. The threads on his suit were so fine that it was impossible to see any flaw. Every ounce of him was well groomed. Resting on his shoulders was a large fur jacket, made from a creature finer than anything above ground. Atop that was the skin of a wolf, but not one that anyone was familiar with. Despite his apparent age, his skin remained colourful and perfect. The wrinkles were only cosmetic. With a slight adjustment to his rosy sunglasses, he cleared his throat in the certain way that only old men do. It was also known as coughing really loud.

[color=#C5D4D7][b]"I see that Dahlia has given you the basics,"[/b][/color] he announced to the group, [color=#C5D4D7][b]"but I do believe I have to explain what's going to happen."[/b][/color]  With a smile, he elaborated. [color=#C5D4D7][b]"you fine adventurers are going to become a party. You will gain the support of every god and familia in this alliance through this party. You will receive Thoth's knowledge, Vulcan's smithy, the comradery from various adventurers and their respective gods, whatever Honos does, but most importantly,"[/b][/color] a large, toothy grin made itself known, [color=#C5D4D7][b]"my 10% discount. My familia doesn't even get 5% off. Don't let it get to your head."[/b][/color] He said the last line incredibly seriously. [color=#C5D4D7][b]"Well, that's all if you choose to join. I'm not going to stay here and force you. For today, just take your time and relax. Don't worry about the prices of anything~!"[/b][/color] That little line about money sounded gross.

[color=#C5D4D7][b]"Oh, and Dahlia's going to teach you."[/b][/color]

Odin then walked off, vanishing behind a 5 foot high wall into a more private area of Little Valhalla.

For now, it was time to party with people that could bench a mammoth.