"Addling the minds of comrades befriended to gun-toting werewolves has never been a sound idea... And yes, I am well-acquainted with the theory behind such a ritual."

Oro had been listening absently to the voices around him until now, concentrating instead on observing the -hopefully temporary- sacrifice of their comrade, with only a moment spared to bow politely in response to Henry's apology. It wouldn't do to ignore the Siren, but the Muninn's anger hadn't quite cooled enough to value his words over witnessing their Fledgling reaper... well... reap Max. It was a rare sight even for Oro, and despite how seemingly mundane it had actually been, he remained fully interested.

Oro was a demigod of Asgard, a traveler of the nine realms so worshipped by the nordic peoples of this world. While his own tasks had set him firmly among the mortals for millenia, he remained acutely aware of the other realms that bore his creator's homes, allies, and enemies.

Those realms belonging to other beings, however, had always remained just out of reach. Especially concerning the realms of the dead.

Hades was expensive to enter and near-impossible to leave, and Horus had always been strangely touchy about other birds searching for his father's domain. A similar story could be told for every realm of the dead that wasn't Hel... and he knew enough about [i]that[/i] realm to never want to visit again.

Short story: Death was interesting. 

So he kept firm attention upon the reaping of Max, examining the chill pillar their fledgling reaper had created, and the remnants that clung to the area after she and the warlock's soul had passed through. It was that simple for a reaper, then? To claim a life? Though the fledgling's reluctance to do so could mean that premature reaping was frowned upon. Hopefully she would return from that venture as well, conversation with her was more welcome than he had initially feared... Perhaps because she was always glamoured to look like Shana the weekend after cashing one of his checks. 

The look on his apprentices' face after this job finally ends will be priceless.

...Provided she was still alive...

Oro cast the thought from his mind with a shivering of his downy mane, concentrating once more on the current conversation. 

"I officiated a telepathic link back in that Dionysian den of Nightlings. Not quite what you are suggesting, but the fundamentals are the same. Drawing from that, it should be a simple matter to use Siya's blood connection to track down her distant sire..."

He offered a polite nod to the vampiress in question as his words trailed off, adding one last comment in the wake of current events.

"...Provided, of course, that she is willing."