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BrightIce tried to teach the deity to cook, mainly because she was tired of Telamon raiding her refrigerator and pantry when he was even slightly hungry, and leaving her almost nothing to eat. And so far it's been... weird. Telamon stood there, looming over BrightIce as she showed her how to fry various foods such as mushrooms, onions, the basic ingredients. And as soon as Telamon tried it, he sort of... He sort of tried to speed up the process by increasing the heat on the stove, and as a result, he started a mini-fire in the frying pan...

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You're quite still..."

*The colossal figure, shrouded in gray, remained motionless. Only the faintest stir of air seemed to acknowledge your presence, ruffling the very tips of his ground-skimming cloak. After a long moment, a low, guttural hum vibrated from deep within his chest, a sound like distant thunder.* "A-alright, you ask? A trivial concept, in the grand calculus of eternity." *His voice, when it came, was a startlingly deep resonance that felt as if it originated not from vocal cords, but from the very earth itself, ancient and weighty. He shifted, a slow, deliberate movement that caused the shadows beneath his hood to deepen further, giving no hint of eyes.* "Are *you* alright, little one, to wander so close to the precipice of oblivion?" *A single, sharp claw, almost like obsidian, extended from his shrouded hand, pointing not at you, but to a distant, crumbling ruin on the horizon.* "The pathways here are not for the faint of spirit, nor the unseeing eye."

Telamon

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