A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]

It took Seth a bit of time to follow his longer-legged kin to his uncle's call, but eventually the dwarf managed to hop his way to the sandy landbridge to join them. It seemed no one but his uncle's littermates and his young cousins - and Malleus, of course - had managed to answer Amon's summons so far. And one other, who was a stranger to Seth. He subtly side-eyed the bored-looking male and made certain he was on the opposite side of the group. Experience told him that bored Abraxas were dangerous, or dangerous for him at least. He couldn't imagine his uncle or really any of the older generation being particularly upset if someone were to torment him for fun, or even were they to kill him. Accidentally or otherwise. Therefore, it was better to simply avoid the possibility.

He tucked his deformed limbs beneath him and fixed an attentive look on his face, keeping his regard entirely on Amon. Surely no one could take offense to him keeping his attention on the patriarch rather than greeting anyone. It was safer than risking giving someone an excuse to make trouble for something he said or hell, the order he might have greeted anyone in. While the ones he knew best would just take the opportunity to poke fun at him or razz him, there were too many about that he didn't know, and who knew which of them took after his absent and rumored-to-be-mad grandfather?