"We can worry about taking out those sanctimonious bastards later. For now, we need allies. We can't keep hiding in the shadows, relying on Seshat to clean up our messes," Michael said, his voice low and steady.
With a nod to Fayeth, they stepped back through the portal, leaving her to deal with the renovation of the Verdant Sanctuary.
They reappeared in a dark, narrow alleyway, the familiar smells of smoke, metal, and something vaguely unpleasant assaulting their nostrils. They were back in Sagespire, the blacksmithing capital of the realm of the Gods.
