[Will being Will is the thing that gets him in the most trouble. This isn't trouble—hanging out with a shield maiden could, in the end, result in trouble, same as living with an undead wolf, but he'll take his chances. It's nice to hear someone speak of their gods (or any deity) in a way that's not bitter, that's not a sign he should be noticing as something malicious. He's doesn't stare at her as she speaks, but his looking off isn't disinterest or a sign she's talking too much. It's Will being Will. Again.]
That's a lot of gods. [And there's more she hasn't mentioned, he assumes. So many more.] Sacrifices like...cows and sheep and cattle sort of sacrifices? [When that muddy dog finally makes his way over to Will, he shifts just enough so that can he flop down right next him, unconcerned about dirtying his clothes or hands or anything else. The question isn't slow to come out of fear, out of horror at the idea of human sacrifice. He's trying to think of how to word it, nothing else. Which doesn't really matter, he realizes, because Kara knows what he's getting at, and sugarcoating it doesn't seem like her brand. So.] Humans? A mix?
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That's a lot of gods. [And there's more she hasn't mentioned, he assumes. So many more.] Sacrifices like...cows and sheep and cattle sort of sacrifices? [When that muddy dog finally makes his way over to Will, he shifts just enough so that can he flop down right next him, unconcerned about dirtying his clothes or hands or anything else. The question isn't slow to come out of fear, out of horror at the idea of human sacrifice. He's trying to think of how to word it, nothing else. Which doesn't really matter, he realizes, because Kara knows what he's getting at, and sugarcoating it doesn't seem like her brand. So.] Humans? A mix?
[A mix. Like a bag of salad.]