got problems?

Ragnar was left with the assumption that others had simply gotten used to the marking of scars that marred the left half of his face so much so that the addition of new ones and the lack of an eye made him appear even more gruesome than he had before and left them with a small fright. Still, Ragnar could not claim to be offended. “The Allfather is a God,” Ragnar corrected her, with a soft frown. It was not that he had expected her to know of Odinn, and he was not insulted that she did not. While he had intended for Stavanger Bay to become the Viking pack he had left behind he had been left with little more than disappointment. He had realized, and quickly, that they were simply too diverse to make it into what he had first envisioned and so while he held fast to his traditions he had let it take it's own way. Hopefully, stepping down did not mean that Thistle would completely disregard his traditions, though he felt confident that she would never disrespect him in such a manner. Fitting specific mortal labels upon Odinn felt wrong to the Northman but aside from softly correcting her he did not say anything more figuring that he would allow her to inquire further if she was curious or not.