How bad could it be? No, that wasn't quite what he meant. How bad did the other two children of gods think it could be? Squaring his shoulders, Dorian walked past Horror's daughter and stepped into the tent to which he had become a semi-frequent visitor.
The dinner table looked foreign, though. The Professor seated at it added another foreign element and Feenix almost stopped. Almost. The couple of surprised blinks were faster than his brain, however.