*Zaphira leans even closer to Kilcif, and in a display of affection mentally whispers to him.*Narcelia said:"Kilcif, dear, of course I know about the dying god. Who doesn't? I suggest that next time you choose to irritate my majordomo"--she gestures to the miffed man standing in the shadows to the side of the audience chamber--"you come with more, shall we say, timely information."
*She raises a snowy eyebrow.* "Unless, of course, you have something to add to that?" *She reclines in her throne as if she doubts that could be true.*
We will need others to go with us to take care of the god's minions, Master and God. We can use her pride and arrogance against her, to tempt her with the power. She can't go there alone, but she doesn't know that yet. We hold the key, Master and God, because you are the only one who will be able to take the god's power, as you are already god-touched, Zaphira murmurs in Kilcif's mind.