Gods in Glass IC

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Barin

Barin frowns at Aresk, his hand tightening on the gray ironwood axe handle and his Quicksilver eyes narrowing, he whispers to the god as he passes him If you try that again, I will bury this axe in your skull He then walks past the god, pushing roughly past him, and addressing the newcomer with genuine cheer. No trap, merely restless god who cannot control his temper, I am Barin, the Great Shield, I am newly arrived myself. He extends his hand in greeting, a warm smile on his steel-skinned face.