With all these inquiries, God of Rogues had little time to spy on Devourer, and only occasionally checked on his progress in preparations. The idea to gather some cannon fodder was simple, but worthwhile enough, and so was Devourer's idea of traps. God of Rogues was convinced that between the two of them, even if God of Rogues doesn't venture too close to danger, God of Monks has no chances.
It was finally time. God of Rogues arranged the things with Devourer, picked the magic items from his treasury that suited the upcoming fight the best, and paid the stuck-up god another visit.
Just like planned, he was boiling with questions—so much so that when God of Rogues came to the dojo where the monk was resting, he abandoned all decorum and jumped up before God of Rogues could even utter a word.
