Saint inclines his head. "Sort of. Fame can be a part of it for some." He chuckled warmly. "I speak of actions. Even humble actions can cement the name of someone to many. The deeds of an individual no matter how big or small, can give power to their name."

It was about that moment that he noticed the baby ravens in the crook of the man's arm. He was silent for a few moments before he carefully sat on the bench, bending forward slightly to get a closer look, not wanting to frighten them.

"Akh, vorony! Razve ty ne milyy? Tishe sladkikh malyshey. The Titan cooed softly, slipping into his native language for a moment. "Such beautiful Ravens my friend." He switched back to English. "I see you have been giving them dinner." His tone was fond.


[[ooc: translation: "Ah, ravens! Aren't you cute? Hush sweet little ones."]]