Wednesday extended his hand to shake with Mr. Young, nearly ripping Adam's father's arm out in the process. After centuries of weidling spears and handling the reigns of an eight-legged steed, the old god had formidable upper body strength.
"Good to meet you Young." His real eye made an apprasing scan of the man before him. If Mr. Young had been around during the viking age, and been aboard ship during any conquests, Wednesday would have put him in the kitchens.
Wednesday kneeled next to Dog."'Dog,' eh? What a fitting name." His face broke into a smile. Still petting Dog, Wednesday directed his attention back to Mr. Young. "What brings you to the manor, Mr. Young?"
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Date: 2006-02-21 02:10 am (UTC)"Good to meet you Young." His real eye made an apprasing scan of the man before him. If Mr. Young had been around during the viking age, and been aboard ship during any conquests, Wednesday would have put him in the kitchens.
Wednesday kneeled next to Dog."'Dog,' eh? What a fitting name." His face broke into a smile. Still petting Dog, Wednesday directed his attention back to Mr. Young. "What brings you to the manor, Mr. Young?"