Re: Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
Kratos ate another piece of fried cheese. He tended to appreciate any food he did not have to make himself. This world he and the boy had come to, it was a world of leisure. Machines to move from here to there, to cook things, to cut wood. And the people did virtually nothing. They sat and stared at their many screens.
Kratos did not know this word "eldritch" but it sounded close to what the axe could do, so he accepted it with a nod, beard brushing the flat of his plaid shirt. "The dwarves made it," he clarified. He wasn't sure if what she had just said was a question, but he guessed it was something like that.
The word "war" he did know. His dark eyes grew small as he stared at her. "You know I am War?" The way he said it, it did not sound like a good thing.