You remain silent. Surely, this is the best way to achieve your end.
"We will prepare another portal for you," Cephiel says at last. "But be warned—the city of Vhyr may prove quite dangerous."
"Then I will offer the Exile my help," booms a familiar voice. A lone figure presses her way ahead of the crowd, a crimson light glowing at her back. She is a goddess of great stature, wearing armor that fits her skin like a shell, and a helmet in the shape of a wolf's head.
It has been some time since you last saw your former patron: Hatexa, the Goddess of War…