Him? King Hassan the old man of the mountain these people had calmed him for so long, alone in his own righteous heart and mind, home where he belonged— and yet no. He was here in-front of a goddess he didn’t even know existed, out of all heroic spirits this one he didn’t know.. what to feel about it.

She was a oddity coming from somewhere and yet nowhere at the same time and it confused him.. completely confused him to how he hadn’t even sensed the presence of her existence so.. as he stood quietly staring staring at woman before him.. who wasn’t the oddity, what was the background not from any known Mesopotamia pantheon not even Greek, and polytheistic, it was.. and oddity in it’s true form as he stared, he couldn’t even tell her piers or what she held on the inside, it was hard to say what she had going on but he’d find out.

He’d figure it out, he had to sure he may be a Old man but he wasn’t that old to do some walks and investigations as he cleared his throat “who are you?” He asked keeping his tone level and peaceful as he stared at her taking in everything she offered.