[b]O'Menus[/b][hr]
[indent][indent]O'Menus strode across the land to the waking girl, delirious as the slightly-more valuable mortal was, what beat in his heart was nothing but aggravating questions. He staid himself a few feet away, a dark and stern figure tinted with the pale light of moon reflecting off the white blade he held. He voiced aloud what he expected all his peers to be thinking, [b]"If waking the Gods were your goal, then yes mortal, you did it. Yet now we stand on a field of corpses instead of slumbering a dreamless sleep..."[/b]

[b]"Before anything else we need answers,"[/b] he said faintly, fixing his gaze onto the prone hostage. 

The girl seemed to be under a fog and while he had attacked her earlier, a woke and fearful mortal was easier to deal with than an amnesic one. For a moment he considered his options, then went to join the horned-goddess. As he neared her and the prone mortal, he pulled back the white blade. [b]"How right you are,"[/b] he told Ashte before skewering the man's armored ankle with the white sword. When the mortal awakened, he would know that the Gods were his audience now; he would receive the undivided attention of the Divine.   [/indent][/indent]