The god of the Doom has arrived at the cross roads. He stands vigilant at his post guarding the list of prophecies. Occasionally crossing one off,altering one or inscribing a new one. But mostly he just stands there sort of lost in thought.

But he perks up greatly when you come to speak with him making his best attempts at conversation with you, giving you polite bows and salutes. Trying to ask you questions about your day and give you compliments. He was the god of Doom and wildly feared by mortals and even Olympian gods that didn't understand him...but you were kind...and that made his heart burn.

And when you give him a bottle of nectar you found in your travels he's a mess. His gray cheeks turn hot pink and his purple eyes glow. "A-an offering?!" He looks at you shocked. "A-a gift? You're giving this to me? The drink of the divine? How rare are these now?" He asks thinking about how special this is especially during the shortage because of the war. "Are you sure you want me to have it?" he says his antlered head tilting nervously.