[center][i][b][h1]The Shaman Lives![/h1][/b][/i][/center]

Kind of at any rate.

Even after the ministrations of the elven medic, and being kept over night in the medical wing. Here sits the great Shaman.

And he dozes. Sitting in a chair, arms crossed, chin resting on his chest. Not quite snoring. But nearly there. The meeting goes on around him. Whiskeyjack sitting directly beside him keeping Micheal steady and not falling over. While Manabozho stands nearby with a medical pack over one shoulder. While Raven sits and takes notes on what's going on.

The news of Mr. X potentially being a diety seems to make the three tricksters fairly unhappy. Most dieties hate the idea of other dieties working against the Common Order. Gods and Higher Beings being there to help their people. If a Diety is trying to work against the world, what kind of situation must they be in?

Manabozho nudges Micheal, and the Shaman murmurs something, and lifts his arm, the one with the magical burn on it. the trickster god taking a looking at it, then lowering it. Raven looks over then back at the rest of the team and raises a hand the single digit over his mouth asking them to let Micheal rest. He says softly, showing that the three tricksters aren't always loud and boisterous, "He needs a little more rest. He'll be right as rain in abit." The god smiles, "As for Mr. X. Dieties are...hard to pin down. See Whetigo...when he goes up against us, it's because he's hungry. And needs to feed. Other dark dieties in other places, they work on different principals. Apophis comes to mind in this. The Shadow Beast of Egypt. Only wishing to devour the world. If a god or higher being of some type, wants to go against the Common Order, they must have a reason." Raven gives a frown then, "Finding out what that is may also help."

And Micheal seems to be out again. Though he seems to be nodding in agreement if very sleepily.