"Is there a thing with Lorentino's and cages?" The Fire God was wearing the robe of one of the cultists, how she acquired it wasn't immediately clear.
"Who is that?" Kyriac was confused how Rolando could possibly know one of the cultists.
"The Fire God Kyriac, we are in the presence of the true god."
"I like how you derisively said that Mr. Lorentino, you are you're fathers son, in all ways apparently. He too loved to be locked up awaiting his execution at the hand of fire, even I at one point toyed with the idea." The Fire God looked at both men with bemusement. She didn't know why she'd come, didn't know why she cared about the Lorentino's she'd seen many outcomes where they weren't important at all, but still she couldn't help but feel an ownership of this dumb family of necromancers. Allowing Trezlan to live had let this whole thing become an issue in the first place and the Fire God was paying that penance every day.
"What do you want other than to mock my predicament." The locks opened on both his and Kyriacs shackles and their cells.
"To let you free, though I will caution you, this is the second thing you owe me and intend on collecting at some point." She went to leave, not that she had to walk out, she could just disappear in a puff of flame, but she always found it was easier for the lessers to see you leave before you do that, gave them a sense of finality.
"So you wouldn't happen to know where they put our weapons?" But she was already gone, Rolando shrugged and Kyriac could only sit there dumb founded. He had just met a god and the Lieutenant didn't seem phased at all. Perhaps command had a way bigger issue on their hands then even they knew.
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