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[Empiricist]

"You have awfully nice knives for a pick pocket... Wait, are there any gods in this world?"

[Xantalos]

Not particularly. Explain.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"You have awfully nice knives for a pick pocket... Wait, are there any gods in this world?"

"The crow."

Nelkathar prays to the god Corvus.

<Great Crow, I am troubled by recent events. As I am sure you must be.>

"I am actually adjusting well. It helps that many of your antics, 'you' being most of the mortals down there, are to be frank, hilarious."

Not particularly. Explain.

Corvus plays with a projection of part of his infinite mind. It is very mind boggling, though it is only a mere fraction of it.

[Xantalos]

Well, you're of no use.

Raven hops down from Corvus' face and goes to the outside of the Corvid Moon. Spotting Az-Sho's volcano, he brings Corvus to him with a flick of his beak.

What is the thing that dwells within that mountain of sorrow?

[Empiricist]

"How benevolent exactly is this Crow?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"You spoke with him, didn't you?"

[Empiricist]

"What? That was him?!"

[Projeck37]

Isaac wanders around.

[Empiricist]

"Okay, so, if I use my magic in moderation, I suppose he would be willing to deal with the corruption... hmm... Come to think of it, I never repaid you..."
"Ralthel Conthal Zarapel Cantar"
Multiple large blocks of gold spontaneously appear.

[Vgray]

<And do the children of Az-Sho amuse you, Great Crow?>

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"What? That was him?!"

"Corvus, the God of Knowledge. He ain't that powerful, but he knows a damn lot."
"Somewhat perversely.

I really do need to get a hobby."

[Empiricist]

"Okay, so, if I use my magic in moderation, I suppose he would be willing to deal with the corruption... hmm... Come to think of it, I never repaid you..."
"Ralthel Conthal Zarapel Cantar"
Multiple large blocks of gold spontaneously appear.

"Is this enough as payment?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I'll be! Lass, I can't take this! I'm an ex-pickpocket, girl. I looted enough gold and weapons to match my weight many times over!"
Daeron looks alarmed.

[Empiricist]

"My apologies. I'll get rid of it."
Silica walks up to each one and touches them before intoning Anecal Prathel turning the blocks into water, she takes breaks between each spell. Soon all that remains of the gold are puddles.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Daeron winces at it, but stops.
"Sorry. Force of habit. Now, shall we visit the Crow, lass?"