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Odin pauses near the conversation, looking dour.
"All of thee, cease thy prattling tongues. There ist battle enow for all of thee outside."
He eyes Vincent, and speaks sternly. "Thou'rt not among mortals now, child. Thou'rt among the gods. E'eryone here, e'eryone, mine daughters included, hath worked with sorcerors many, many times, they do not need thy instructions, and thou'rt /not/ in charge here. Do not act it. If thou canst not master thine magics enow not to affect thine allies, then go help the elder wizards fetch their scrolls and do not delay e'eryone further. They hath battle stations to get to and cannot wait on thee. I do not know how thine mortal allies treat thee, but though thou'rt one of the blood now..."
He eyes Svalin sternly, "And as a blooded Asgardian, with a place to play in Ragnarok... and thus to be treated as an Asgardian."
His gaze shifts back to Vincent, "Thou must /earn/ respect from thine peers and superiors now. And so far, thou hast earned neither. All thy name gives thee is a chance to do so. Now get to the walls and aid the mages in holding the shield walls until the warriors can take their stations. Aslief, thee as well, give him some guidance on how to deal with magic like an Asgardian."

His tone and one eyed stare do /not/ look like he's in the mood to be questioned or have objections raised, even by his own family.