Oh? I suppose you haven't been paying attention, then. A shame.

[The gods have been making their claim already, feeling out their allies. They're being quiet about it, but Maketh recognizes the conversations she had in the Academy. Figuring out who might be convinced to stand next to her when the fight came, and who would stab her straight in the throat.

Maketh tips her head to the side.]

Give my regards to Doctor Brennan, will you? I like her much better than you.