Back at the Dining Hall, Osiris stood up, his green face shifted into a feminine and slim form. Odin was busy picking at the meat between his teeth when the god approached him. Osiris then took a seat and crossed his legs as he stared down at the All-Father.
"You do realize we of the 52 could bring peace and prosperity in our region for many millennia, All-Father. However, most kept to themselves in their pride. But you seemed fixated on correcting wrongdoing. How…. Valiant." Said Osiris, his toothy grin showed black teeth that had worms going through the teeth.
Odin wasn't phased by the agricultural Undead god's proverbial jabs at his stance on such matters that weren't part of his upbringing. The lack of reaction from the All-Father intimidated the Green God, but his face had not changed from the godman who chugged barrels of wine.
