There were a great many factors that prevented him from rising to the statement the windigo made. Firstly, it was that he understood all too well that, while the supposed "God of Death" was many things, an orator he was not. Secondly, there was, of course, the accord that kept all the gods present at bay. The many human servants were disgustingly seen as disposable to an extent, but the gods themselves would never dare break this fragile peace that kept them all alive. Finally, his curiosity, more than anything, lit up at that statement. Mana cores warmed as he began to practically decipher the otherwise benign statement. 

[color=#1a98c3]"What did this walking tragedy of ancient magics mean by that?"[/color] Antero wondered internally. He was certain his followers were accounted for, nor did they have any temples near the beast's hunting grounds. Had they launched some sort of expedition? Encountered the beast? Or maybe...

Antero guacked, logic systems screaming to a stop. [color=#1a98c3]"No, it couldn't possibly be!"[/color] he thought with astonishment. 

This creature was trying to communicate! This was an attempt at "small talk"! 

The golden glow of Antero's head softened as he regarded the windigo in a new light. What progress this creature had made since they had last met. He had all too many vivid memories of this beast stalking the wounded and dying. A mere creature, a menace, an animal made from not nature, but corrupting and foul magic that even he had yet to fully understand, assuming he even wanted such knowledge. He noticed now that the creature was eating meticulously from the platter, a careful, strangling restraint. There could be potential here to perhaps fully tame this beast once and for all and find an origin to its strange curse. After all, a calm beast was an easier object of study than a hostile one, and far more useful than a dead one. 

[color=#1a98c3]"What a fascinating development. Perhaps this trip was not a waste after all."[/color] Antero thought with a growing sense of interest. 

Again, the Chronicler showed little change, aside from the glow of its head, as it finally spoke. [color=#1a98c3]"They are adept travelers. Those who wish to gain wisdom and knowledge with such a restrained life span must learn to move with efficiency and speed, or else be left behind by time. Something that you or I take for granted, but humans, at least some of them, do not. It's why they can be so adaptable, industrious. Perhaps you, too, have noticed this trait of theirs?"[/color] Antero said with his usual monotone voice. 

He then regarded the phoenix as well. [color=#1a98c3]"Aeliana, do not think I did not notice that insufferable pun. Of all the developments of the spoken and written word, this is the most tragic consequence I have seen rise from it. One of the lowest forms of comedy I have ever had to document as a Chronicler. But, as with any tragedy, it must be dutifully remembered,"[/color] he said. It was a jab, but one meant to disarm, rather than antagonize. Already, the crystalline receptors were picking up on the growing unnervingness of his fellow god. That said, he did admire her determination to keep the windigo's attention from the other gods, particularly the one he mentioned. 

[color=#1a98c3]" For as much progress this is, it is still, after all, a simple beast..."[/color] he thought with a sigh. 

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