When the spider started turning into a man, Bragi smiled at the little girl to let her know that it would be alright, even though he wasn't sure himself. It was an amazingly grand entrance. Terribly disconcerting, but there was a beautiful sort of art to shape shifting that Bragi had always admired. He'd always wanted to be a bird and fly away. He watched enthralled as the god quickly, with an unexpected smoothness, went from small insect to full grown eight armed man.
The god addressed them with a smile, and Bragi was immediately relieved. He realized that the moment he'd seen the spider he'd stopped breathing. If the god had insidious intentions, Bragi didn't know what he would have done, but the moment it became clear that the spider god was there for the game, Bragi smiled back at him openly.
“Welcome,” Bragi said, “We would be happy for you to join us. This is Korinna. The rules are simple. If someone can tell her the story that her father used to tell her before he went off from the war, or a story that she likes better, she will go to bed. If they fail, she gets to stay awake. I'm afraid Greece is not my native land and I have failed to provide the story she is looking for so far. But perhaps you will have better luck than I have.” He stood, and shook the god's four left hands, one after another from the top down. “I'm Bragi. It's nice to meet you. Please feel free to take a seat. If you are playing it's your turn.”