"After your exile, we assumed you would seek revenge upon us. We watched you for years, fearful of what you might do, ready to pluck you out of Khovros if you proved a threat. In time, we accepted that you had no mischief in mind, and determined that we would not intervene in your life again. It was only when we saw what had befallen Cabryx that we finally chose to recall you."
"Do you know what has happened to her?" Doria asks breathlessly. "Why does my goddess appear so old?"
"We must assume that your fellow mystics are the cause," Cephiel suggests. "They have drained Cabryx's divine power, the same way the witches of Agossa once drew the life from their mortal victims."
"What can we do to help her?" Doria pleads.
"We gods will watch her closely, to see if there is anything more we can learn of her predicament. In the meantime, you must warn the kah what you have discovered. Lucas Evtan must return to Vhyr, and you must go with him."
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