Jolthar stood awkwardly in the centre of the shrine, the silence stretching on as Eloda continued to stare at him with eyes full of expectation. After his call, nothing happened as he just stayed still.
The deity's frail figure seemed so out of place in her current, weakened form. Jolthar scratched the back of his head, feeling the weight of the entire situation pressing on him.
"Listen…" Jolthar began, his voice casual but carrying that unmistakable undercurrent of sarcasm. "She doesn't exactly take requests, okay? She's not some genie I can summon on command. She shows up when she feels like it."
He spread his hands with a small, helpless shrug. "Honestly, I'd have better luck calling customer service."
