Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
"Your father was a god?" Tallah cast Mac a questing glance. "That explains much." He whispered under his breath. "All you see is what I am now. Before, I could bring about thunderstorms and earthquakes with a single spell. I also think you are not aware of the role of the Voice. We Speak for Tree and Sky, passing judgement on the mortals that live beneath the two. Though rarely does a Voice Speak, the fear of their power is palpable."
Mac hugged him in the middle of his dark and brooding speech.
"You still are a cute little boy to me. Could I have a bit more tea? Afterwards, I was thinking about chopping some more firewood for you."