Good, Thor likes it when his friends know each other. Not that Solvi is a close friend, exactly, but once she had gotten past the awkwardness of having her king for a midwife, he likes to think their relationship wasn't quite as distant as a mere king to his subjects. She and her babe are special to him, the last little bit of good news he'd had before the world ended. Still persisting, still living, even after the cataclysm that has taken so many lives.

Thor blinks and laughs roughly, tapping a finger on his eyepatch. Or tries to, anyway, hitting his cheekbone instead. "They've had a one-eyed king for fifteen hundred years. Or maybe more, I dunno. Can't trust my father's history anymore. But they've still got me doing the same thing. And the gladiators don't look like us either. Had one with three heads for a while. Trust me, he'd be fine."

He's not even worried about the humans seeing Steropes here, either. The village is remote, for one, and with aliens not only known about but walking around in public, it shouldn't be that remarkable to have someone like the cyclops paying a visit. "Good! Just give us a heads up, maybe we can... put together a tour, or something."