QUOTE : Those Gods and Goddesses with their unknowable gobbledygook,” Athol slurred, having somehow found possession of a fresh tankard while Harper was listening to Sven. He drained most of it and waved for another. “Meddling about in their nonsense, demanding mortals beg and scrape for a tiny crumb of recognition, and then they ask you to give up a raucous piece of tail like Calista? I hope you told her to take her trident and whatever other maritime bric-a-brac she could find and shove it right up her undying ass.