Horus stared Pan as if trying to read the god's mind. "Then it shall not take long. I have been mostly idle this past millennia."

He sighed, the sound like the wind moving over the sand. There was longing in his voice. "There is precious little to do without an enemy for me to fight." Then his dark eyes blinked and his attention returned to his drink. "And how have you been?" Horus asked, looking for a diversion from his thoughts.