I see," Cephiel replies. "But you must let me leave you with something, Champion. Let me offer you another gift in place of the one you have refused. Kalos!"
Kalos, the winged messenger of the gods, descends from the clouds. He is long and thin as birds' bones, with an almond-shaped head hidden in a helmet. He bows to Cephiel.
"Messenger, carry this poor mortal to the port of Cophis. He has made it perfectly clear how he feels about the gods of his creation. Perhaps he will find our siblings in the realm of Khovros more to their liking…"