Hades placed a quick hand over Prometheus’. “It will not. Please don’t tell the natives that we’ll tongue their balls for supper.”

Hades watched the hand movements. They hadn’t changed much since he’d been here last, but he owed that to the absolute crawl their technology and culture made. Hades dropped his soul walls to Prometheus, entangling them quickly so he could understand what would happen next.

Instead, Hades launched into rapid Xaelan explaining that they were lost and without weapons, but they could pay their way with coin or goods. Hades had cleverly put saddle bags on the horse, though empty, allowing him to covertly create anything he wanted.