Re: Slay.
"Even if I was, the trees would just tell you where I was, would they not?" Orrin said, smiling at the darker man. Or Heimdall. "I came to deliver something to the palace." He stopped walking and stood in front of Troy. "The Allfather was kind enough to allow me use of the Bifrost." The centaur did not like traveling by airship.
He knew Troy was only jesting, but Orrin's tail flicked at the man's words, anyway. "I have been well," he said, choosing to ignore Troy's question about taking the letter he carried. "Yes, there has been some talk of late about making a trip to Vanaheim soon." Freyr's own place of birth. Troy, as an adviser and close friend to the royal family of Asgard, was probably aware of the situation, so he didn't elaborate.
It seemed they were both going up to the palace, so the two continued to walk towards their destination. "And yourself?" Orrin asked, glancing down at the much shorter man. "I am glad to hear of the victory in Helheim."