"Latanya… is the leader of Vanaheim?"
"That's what I just said. The gods of Vanaheim, the Vanir, listen to her…
...Come to think of it, lots of Vans going on around in this place. I am starting to think this whole place was created solely for you, Van."
While Gerald was currently deliberating and thinking of his theories. Van, on the other hand, was once again completely at a loss. From all the stories he had heard, the gods listen to no one but their own kind.
The Vanir may help the lower races from time to time, but other than that, they leave them to their own devices-- akin to taking care of a pet. Latanya had god-like abilities, sure. But it did not take the fact that she was still huma--
Van blinked a couple of times as he halted his thoughts. Latanya wasn't a human-- she was an avatar made from one of the treasures of the Olympians. Could it be that because of that, they mistook her as one of their own?
