He simply grinned and cheekily shrugged to her question. "No, but I suspect a lot. Did you get an invitation a short, relatively speaking, time before the disappearances? To a massive party, a social gaza where anyone that was anyone divine or pretended to be would in attendance? Where someone could then block portal access to and from, effectively and bloodlessly removing any and everyone that would protest or resist a takeover?"<br/><br/>He had gestured around them and then nodded to the portal to the middle of a mortal metropolis. "If so, one of my transports is in the area, and the invitation would be useful in figuring out where to start looking for them. I had a few friends, allies, and people that I respected there, and being trapped in it for eternity is a bit too much like true hell to me. Especially with all their rivals, opponents, and worse, family in there with them.<br/><br/>Also, no proof, so don't go spreading that theory around. It MIGHT have been an accident."<br/><br/>He had smirked at the last sentence, before heading off.<br/><br/>He circled the city once, before coming in for what looked like a hard, sliding landing, but instead stopped a foot over the ground and then dropped, landing lightly. He grinned to himself as he flipped the distinctive helmet back, dismissing it, and then heading for where he felt Aviendha, moving at a light jog for a mortal, though for him and his constructs, this qualified as barely moving.