Teach smiles earnestly at Doren.
"My good sir, I think you've figured it out - at least in part. For years, Munsu commanded me personally, as if he were my immediate superior in the Navy. He often commanded me to do whatever popped into his head, sometimes forcing me to prepare a huge feast, only to throw it away when it was ready. To the god of trickery, everything is a game. Everything. When it came time to have your people arrested, he told me he was setting up the pieces for his new game."
He smacks his lips a bit, as if he feels dry and thirsty.
"As for the other gods, they'd never go to war over something as small as this. When the Seven became the Four, they vowed to never raise arms against each other again. That must be why they're...playing along."
He rubs the base of his horns. In this light, you can see the light dancing in his eyes, and you understand how he received the nickname of Bright-Eyed. He replies in a voice dripping with condescension.
"Now, priest, if you believe yourself the next ascended, I recommend ye to the infirmary. They got rituals and such that could maybe get rid of such conceit."