Thor peered around outside the tent, and Rhino's priest noticed him as well.
His stealth skills were terrible. Not even the World Tree could strengthen him in that regard. Trolls were naturally sharp-eared and keen-eyed, and they had spent their entire lives in the jungle. Their senses for stealth and counter-stealth were far too strong.
The old priest found Thor's position without much effort and asked through the tent wall, "My brother, have you also come to join Akunda?"
The word "brother" had been overused in the West, much like the Eastern phrase, "We're all friends." Those friends were not actually friends, and Western brothers were not actually brothers either. It was merely a way to draw closer to someone. Thor understood that much.
Now that he had been exposed, continuing to hide would only be embarrassing. He lifted the tent flap and strode inside.
Thor did not look very presentable at the moment. His face was covered in blood, and after hanging upside down for several days, he looked even worse.
The only reason he had not suffered a cerebral hemorrhage was because of his robust physique. His hair was disheveled, his face grimy, and his clothes tattered. Even if Frigga came here, she would not recognize her own son at a glance.
It would not have been strange to mistake him for some unbeliever from a humanoid race who had come to seek refuge with a true god.
Thor looked himself over and realized the other party had misunderstood him. He decided to play along, though he was puzzled by the name. "Akunda? Is that the name of the god behind you?"
The old priest looked as though the answer were obvious. "Of course. What else did you think it was? Akunda is completely different from those Loa