Oh, naturally. Manners do appear to be your priority.

[ It's said casually, without heat. He obviously can't give a shit about niceties.

He mulls over the remark. For something. It would seem so, for all of the territories, but Solvunn has always been the most curious to him. Thorne wants the Singularity, the Cities want bodies for the war they see on the horizon. What does Solvunn want? Fodder for their gods? Feed for the goats?

His gaze drifts down to where the myriapod has effectively started eating the other creature alive. He tips an empty glass over top of them, just to. Contain any blood splatters. ]

Always the sleepy quiet villages you need to be careful of. [ He glances over. ] If any tree gods invade, let me know.