When Grimvar realized everyone was looking, he grimaced. "What?"
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
Grimvar shrugged. "What did I mean? If you're going to hunt Cursed Monsters, then don't you think you have the obligation to make preparations? You know, for when... you just need to make preparations so we'll have a new chief in waiting!"
Galthor was stunned. This guy was already thinking about him creating an heir? He didn't know if he should laugh or get angry. In the end, he settled for indifference. "I can see the logic in your words, Grimvar, but I'm not planning to die."
'...I really, really, really love my life, you mothe... I just love my life, ok? I can walk, I can feel the air on my skin, I can fight! I can eat without assistance! I am also a god...'
Grimvar shrugged. "Alright then. But what are we going to do about Unchanging Warth?"
Galthor frowned. "What are we to do about our god?"
