Sebastian wasn't sure what would anger this god and what not. Maybe showing strength would command respect from a wargod, or at least he hoped so because if it did not Mortimer's words might get them into more trouble.
He looked at Ares keeping his face as blank as possible, trying not to show his worry. 'Showing weakness is always leading to trouble.' He mused, keeping quiet for now.
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Ares looked at the horses and smiled, he liked horses. These were nothing like his fire-breathing horses but they were still horses. With a simple wave of his hand big stone troughs with food and water appeared for the horses.
"If that is all." He stated with a smug smirk making his throne and a goblet of wine appear.