The gnoll god nods, at Draiss' words, not disagreeing. "Of course, see it from my perspective. A strange divine signal pulses across my realm, and creates a new prophet for him. I've never heard of him, never met him, and a prophet of his, in a being so powerful... it's a threat to my realm, of the highest order. You have to realize," he says, sighing and shaking his head. "I'd had plans for her, before she was yours. She is... was, I suppose... the key to all of my plans. To uniting my people, to give me a wife... and to save my life."<br/><br/>He looks up to meet Draiss' eyes. "I know about you. You're different. You don't play by the same rules. But the rest of us... when the perception of our followers changes, when our core image is redefined, we change to fit it. And while the being that comes after doesn't realize it, doesn't even know there's been an interruption... it's the death of the former.<em>I'm</em>dying. And she was supposed to be part of my plan to survive, to change the views of my followers, to match who<em>I</em>am."