"Who would have thought, in the past they praised you because you made this country money and now there are so many trying to defame you." Sitting beside Big Tobacco was a rather lean looking man who had seemed to appear out of nowhere, though truly he'd just been very quiet. One leg was crossed over the other and in his hand was a book - the Odyssey by Homer - which he appeared to be reading through the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
"But I suppose that's how it goes, as technologies change and people get curious." To be honest, Anubis couldn't care less about tobacco. It was just another thing in the world killing people. Perhaps it was another form of population control. Many of the bodies he'd prepared and autopsied had signs of nicotine addiction from cigarettes and it did little to surprise him. With a little shrug of his shoulders, he marked his book and shut it, peering curiously at the New God with dark eyes.