Their names, foreign to his tongue. Though he does not try them for himself, Víðarr's warmth remains. The answer to the visitor's first question is simple. "I reign over it. Please, come in." Leading the way over the border with smooth, practiced steps despite the uneven terrain. Curious, though Víðarr is usually inclined to welcome travelers regardless of their interest. The gods worked in their own ways.
There's only one instruction on Víðarr's lips as he shoos his son away with another pretty girl. "Make sure you get her something to eat, Tenshi has soup on." Really, she looks thin from all angles. The shadow dismissed his son and the young woman with a wave of his paw, turning his attention to Rhazien. "Mead and, ah, ideals now-- soup after, when it is ready?" It's an offer than comes with the same gentle smile, the curiosity that he doesn't bother hiding.
Moving into his summer office, of sorts, the space is private without feeling threatening. The way he goes about hospitality is practiced, methodical-- mead, water, snacks all laid out. Breathing life into a fire from embers kept warm in the pit, a smile playing across his features near the entire time. Ritual. Finally settling with tobacco to share as well, Víðarr gives Rhazien his attention.
"Víðarr"
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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