It growls, eyes setting firmly in a death gaze at Anselm.
"Oh, have you've never met Anselm before, have you?" I chuckle, "Well, here he is, Anselm. I'm sure I've spoken about him once or twice to you."
"You have?" Anselm sounds surprised, but I ignore him as Lotar's glowing eyes seem to brighten up.
"He has the stank of Frozia." It booms.
Without looking I can see the face Anselm has on at the very moment; indignant and insulted.
"That's because I am a servant of the Goddess herself, you should know to speak kindly of her in my presence."
Lotar's growl has a tired theme to it, "Your Goddess is nothing more than a washed up, defeated deity hanging on to her piece in this world. Anera has defeated her on this continent, and she is soon to do so in many others."
Well…Lotar speaking up to Frozia? That's a surprise, the last time it found itself even near her presence it begged me not to pray to it anywhere near her.