[h3]Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth, [/h3][i]and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck[/i]

“Less than you,” was Aureia’s simple retort to the Lord of the Underworld. Or was it lady now? Oh, well, Moridax answered that question for her. “To be fair, you [i]are[/i] late to the party,” she decided to point out. It did raise a good question, though; if Moridax had reappeared –awoken—after Aureia and the fellow gods she had encountered in the chamber, did that mean that more gods could potentially reawaken? In the end, would the entire original pantheon reappear? It would be nice, so to speak, if the entire gang could get back together. Especially when there were friends like these Holy Imperial Bootlickers. 

The last of which, by the way, was still trying to kill them, especially when Aureia grew bored of him and finally turned her attention away. “Thanks for that,” she echoed after the god of Watery Things, a bit miffed that she had made that small mistake. 
She glanced back over to the awakened priestess, and the saddening sight of her dead knight. She let out a sigh. There were enough gods taking her attention for now, so she left them to it. 

“Might as well go ahead and send him over to your realm,” she shrugged, returning her attention to the god of the underworld. “As things are now, can you even access the underworld?”