Thoth sighed, but it was contemplative instead of sad or frustrative. “It will be difficult to recover, but... mortals are nothing if not resilient. I have great faith that things will be learned from this experience in hopes to prevent as much loss if a future event of similar capacity strikes.” He rolled the bones and again received a less than favorable roll.
Which meant his turn would be brief. “That is really the only way to look at things that fall unfavorably. Learn from them and hope that history shall not repeat itself. That...”
He meant to continue but there was suddenly a great commotion coming from somewhere in the front rooms of his temple. They were seated where it was coolest and furthest away from the sun's oppressive rays in one of the deeper chambers. Thoth tipped his head a bit in the direction. There was never any concern for violence, the rules of his temples were fierce enough that not even Set dared violate them, but something was going on.
Two fingers waved the priest that had taken the pitcher from him back over, “fetch another, and while retrieving that... see what the noise is about.” Thoth would not be rude and abandon his current guest unless whatever was going on up front required his immediate attention. But it sounded like more than a single person. Perhaps an off-season offering of sorts. Rare, but it happened.
With a nod, the priest was off in the direction of the sound. Thoth just shrugged, not particularly concerned as much as curious, and returned his attention to Kratos. “Where was I?”