Zavros blinked. Nothing in his life ever led him to think he'd come face to face with the patron god of Hacre. Granted, he...never really held an opinion about the god, for the most part - he'd only ever heard of him in passing from the merchants in town. Not all of it was all that good - and his own opinion of anyone with water powers was a little frayed after the incident involving his own awakening, particularly a certain female noble who tried to kill him.<br/><br/>None of that showed on his face, however. Instead, he opted to simply say in a low voice, "Well, at least she's being honest about the whores and wine." He eyed Kisara a little warily - he wasn't sure he liked the idea of her provoking the court of God-Blooded for its own sake. Fighting normal people and monsters were one thing - he had no idea how this sort of fight would turn out, at all.<br/><br/>"We also done fought undead for our troubles," he added out loud. "Big scary island full of ghosts and stitched together creatures plottin' something dreadful and all..." He chose to stay silent after that; if Maur-Azur didn't know about what they went through to recover Kersinta and the others, he wasn't going to be the one to correct him in public.