Part 3

Drota looked around the shabby Inn she found herself in. It intrigued her to be sure, that the more powerful Gods held meetings, but what Vordea told her is what got her to agree to come in the first place. The ability to claim complete dominion over almost all of magic. But first, the woman in the blood-soaked Priest robes got her attention.

"You. You give off an aura of a school of magic, but I don't know it." Drota said to Neptis, stepping down off the table.

"Blood magic." Neptis replied, smiling and revealing her bloody teeth. "This school of magic is mine and mine alone, Drota."

"Neptis, stop antagonizing the visitor." Eigengrau said, slapping the back of Neptis's head.

"Isn't Drota a bit too... refined for us?" Zalas asked, feet up on the table.

"Are you calling us slobs?" Sargon asked, eyeing Zalas.

"Yes."

"I want to disagree, but..."

"I've seen worse today." Drota said, smirking.

"Who will measure her worth?" Neptis asked idly. "Punching wizards isn't my thing."

"But punching me was?" Thalassius asked with a raised eyebrow.

Vordea smirked, and shook her head. She pointed at Eigengrau, who nodded, and a layered casting circle appeared at Eigengrau's feet. Eigengrau's body shimmered as she mantled the God of Time, and became Sirene.

"The God of Time will measure her worth." Eigengrau said, flashing a quick grin.