It was lucky that Ragnar remained ignorant to the thoughts that were running through the earthen colored man’s mind of tyranny. In fact, it had been spoken, Ragnar might have laughed at it and then argued that if he thought that Ragnar was a tyrant he had obviously never known a true tyrant; and then ask how being territorial of lands that while did not belong to him technically were still too close to Horizon Ridge, — which was perfectly normal for their species — refusing to share personal information, and being unsettled that his praying had been interrupted equaled to being a tyrant. Regardless, Ragnar did not know Majesty’s thoughts and never had the chance to argue his points because he did not realize that he needed too.
Ragnar’s black, leathery nostrils flared and he let out a loud snort, reminiscent of an angered bull, when the male bowed, unsure if it was meant to mock or be truly respectful — Ragnar was past the point of being able to tell the difference, currently, simply wanting this disgraceful creature gone from Odinn’s sacred forest.