"What do you want?" The large frowning man grunted out, gazing upon you with impassiveness. He was untrusting and suspicious but held some patience despite it. Your eyes briefly travelled over his form, noting his strange tattoos, red and intricate over his left side to his smooth skull.

The cold was biting at your hands and legs, and Kratos noted it with a small change in his stoic face. This had been a surreal experience, landing in the world of fantasy you'd been watching others play- let alone at the feet of the god of war himself. Now how could you convince him to let you in his home before you froze to death.