[color=gray][b]"No friends of anyone, graverobbers. Also, you won't be fighting a true "God", as you probably know them from your realm. Here, Gods are more...more or less just very powerful individuals,"[/b][/color] Gram said. [color=gray][b]"Even individuals who draw power through their faith in deities, such as Vani, more or less aren't channeling true Divinity."[/b][/color]

Vani would look away, not exactly wanting to admit that. [color=tan][b]"That's not common knowledge, Lady Gram. But, yes. Basically, we're asking you to kill someone who's superhuman. Problem being, they're currently not even alive. We're working off of a prophecy from the most renowned Seer in the realm, Moria Strix."[/b][/color] Vani would walk a bit ahead, the blinding snow giving way to the radiance that followed him from his spell showing Mammonie that there was a carriage being pulled by what appeared to be entirely skeletal horses, the carriage also matching Gram's personal aesthetic of black and white everything, split down the middle. Which was...kind of tacky.

[color=gray][b]"You don't need to agree if you don't feel like it. But we should at least get you out of this place and somewhere more...civilized,"[/b][/color] Gram would say, stepping into the carriage and offering Mammonie a hand to help her in. [color=gray][b]"After all, as far as we're aware, the only way to send you home would be that selfsame God's powers, channeled through an apparatus."[/b][/color]

Vani didn't look particularly pleased about...any of this, really. Either from conscience or general dislike about having to kill a God, the elven paladin seemed reticent. But of course, Mammonie might not even care. Gram seemed to be all smiles and pleasantries, as if everything and every word was going as she willed it. The carriage was warm and comfortable, adorned with intricate small decor...and a skull. Like, that was a real human skull just above Gram's seat. In all likelihood, she was a necromancer of some caliber, given that the carriage had no driver at all, a mere snap of Gram's finger being all it took for it to begin moving rapidly.