Frey
Frey is patient. Much more patient than other deities, which is understandable when considering that they watch the flowers literally grow whilst going about their daily business. So they continue to nibble on the morsels of the offering that Tal has so kindly brought whilst the courier mulls over his decision.
And when he is ready (and of course it is the right decision), Frey gives an indulgent smile and looks them over. "I imagine someone like you has to make a great deal of Special Deliveries," they remark. "A blade that could deliver a strike at a distance as if you were standing next to your foe would be quite useful, I believe. That would suit you quite nicely, sugar."
And when he is ready (and of course it is the right decision), Frey gives an indulgent smile and looks them over. "I imagine someone like you has to make a great deal of Special Deliveries," they remark. "A blade that could deliver a strike at a distance as if you were standing next to your foe would be quite useful, I believe. That would suit you quite nicely, sugar."
