"Kaino."
Atticus' mind sharpened the moment the name reached him. He had heard it before.
'One of the council members.'
Anorah had mentioned the man before. Though she hadn't spoken about him in detail, Atticus was perceptive enough to tell that she didn't hold him in high regard.
Atticus leveled his eyes on the man.
The man, Kaino, was an aged and portly man. His ashen white hair was combed back neatly, framing his chubby face.
It was a sight Atticus found utterly baffling. At their level and stage, it was very odd to see any god whose appearance was anything but perfect.
'He's angry.'
The man moved with the disposition of a god. One who thought he was above all and had no equals.
"Saint!" Kaino bellowed as he reached them. Atticus didn't miss the lack of greeting or regard.
'He doesn't respect her,' he noted silently.
