[color=a187be][center][h1]Gammaton[/h1][/center][/color][hr]

Gammaton hung in the musty darkness of the dining hall that he had transformed into a veritable bug's nest during his week of activity. He had finished the laws for the Honorable Iva'Krorh's new vision for their society, The White Dawn. Gammaton had also passed out summons scrolls to whatever gods and goddesses had passed by the library at Iva's request. Though he felt a need to go out into the world and continue to seek out the remaining gods, he had decided to stay a few more days to rest. He had tapped into the vision of his spy flies to see the fruit of his and Iva'Krorh's handiwork. It seemed that while he had remained in the library, some major events had happened in the world, including a massive dragon invasion from the south, pillaging fire tribes, and a strange spiral of light.

Suddenly the doors of the room burst open, breaking Gammaton out of his revelry. Before, he had regretted not setting out on his mission sooner, now he was glad he hadn't left yet. [color=a187be]"Ah, Lady Dirka, what a pleasant surprise,"[/color] Gammaton said, not moving from his silk hammock, [color=a187be]"I was only informed after you had left that we had entered the Library at roughly the same time. Shame we missed each other. But now you're back, and there is so much for us to talk about."[/color] Gammaton rolled out of his hammock, the wings encased behind his elytra unfolding and fluttering for a moment just enough to smooth his decent. The claws on his feet clicked against the stone floor as he landed. In the corner lay a corpse that Iva had been kind enough to offer to Gammaton. By now it was thoroughly rotten. The abdomen had been surgically sliced open by Iva's hand, while Gammaton's pens had been copiously stabbed into the corpse's offals. The occasional spy fly emerged from it, flying about randomly, whether to pioneer and seek out new sources of food, or to return into the rotting folds to mate or lay eggs. The corpse was, of course, crawling with feasting maggots that writhed among the flies that milled about, too oblivious to leave.

[color=a187be]"You wound me with accusations of deception, Lady Dirka. I am not our brother, Lord Iarus. But if you already doubt me, then I suppose my words are meaningless."[/color] As Gammaton spoke, he wove another parchment and slammed it on the table, plucking another spine from his back and scribed feverishly. When he finished, he wordlessly slid the document over to Dirka. It read thusly:

[quote][color=a187be]This NDA (non-deception agreement) is a one-way contract in which Gammaton, God of the Domain of Law, swears that in the following discussion between Gammaton and Dirka, Goddess of the Domain of Magic, Gammaton will remain completely truthful.

The discussion ends when either god has left the room, after which this contract is no longer binding.

Gammaton retains the right to withhold information, by declaring "I Choose not to answer that question", so that the discussion does not become a one-way interrogation.

Dirka has the right to inspect the validity of the magic of this contract to verify its purpose and integrity.

By signing the contract, Dirka acknowledges that the contract is honest and binding according to the limits previously stated, and that Gammaton will be incapable of deception for the duration of the conversation.

By signing, Gammaton agrees to be bound by this contract for the duration in which said contract is binding.[/color][/quote]

At the bottom were two lines for signatures, one already signed by Gammaton. He offered her a pen from his back, his insect face unreadable of human expressions.