Kratos smirked when he saw the bones come up as they did. It was a stroke of luck in his favor, and he'd have to take advantage of it. It was the only way he ever won against Djeheuty. He reached for the knuckle bones.
And the smirk fell off his face with his friend's question. Because it was not the sort of topic that a person should have that expression on their face for. What happened at Thera was horrible. But it could have been worse.
"The island itself is pretty much a loss." He rolled the bones, and made a small wince. They weren't his friend today either. "The ash and lava covered the entire land mass, but fortunately most of the people were evacuated before the big blow. There was a smaller eruption and they were smart enough to know they had to go."
They'd had a little help coming to that conclusion, though, in the form of divine intervention. It was patently clear that Hephaestus was out of sorts, and at the first bout of temper, those that took special interest in mortals had inspired the right people and the evacuation took place in an orderly manner. Kratos was thankful for that.
"Crete though," he said, shaking his head as he moved his piece. "They didn't think to go, and when the ash drifted over on the wind... and then there was the tidal wave. I don't know. Hit the coastal areas pretty hard, it's going to be a rough one to bounce back from."
His turn finished, he reached for his cup, knowing that there would be another pitcher of beer soon. So no reason to panic.