The god of time rarely blessed a crowd with his presence, but who could resist an invite when their lovely, and rather persistent, daughter tried to get them to accompany her? His arms locked with Kara, the old god with the appearance of a young, tired man who had dressed himself in a white suit with golden cuffs.
"Hey," noticing Raguel amongst the crowd, Razor waved at the ambassador of the gods and kept walking. "What's he doing here?"
"If anyone's an outlier, then it's you," stopping for a moment, Kara pressed a finger against his chest with a smile. "An angel is the least of your worries anyway. The hero's been waiting for quite a while to meet you. I doubt he would be happy with this reunion."
"Many blessings upon you, Kara." Catching up with them both, Raguel held out two clear glasses of wine. Smiling as he always did, the messenger of the gods bowed to them ever so lightly. "I hope you and your father have been keeping well."
