Jord had kept her eye on Sato's blog for awhile now; the dream-eater had a fabulous sense of humor, which was something the goddess prized. She was also sharp as a tack and good with the gods and goddesses of the city - all exceedingly honorable traits. But there was this aspect of her that spoke of something shrewd and sly and that was, undeniably, what interested Jord the most. "Hannah Sato...you prefer to be called by your surname?" The goddess asked, not wanting to call her anything except that which she wished to be called. "Please, call me Jord."
Laughing openly at the fencing comment, the goddess leaned a little closer to Sato, smirking. "I don't know, among this lot, it wouldn't be a surprise if they did. And were your heart really set on it, I'm sure the petulant one would have something that could suffice..." Giving a half nod over to Wrath, Jord's smirk took on something a bit wicked. It wouldn't have mattered, really, what christian was being punished, but after the events of the last few months, she did have something of an extra grudge against that sin in particular.
"They are indeed, and I imagine that Hockey engineered it that way on purpose. Really, look at his choice of team mates! I can hardly blame him though..." Hockey brought the warriors to mind, those who battled and plundered and gloried in their own strength. Jord would not have expected him to be so shrewd, but she liked it. "Gods...are amusing creatures. Old and new."