He listened, and then snorted, before shaking his head. "Originally yes, that was my plan, but then I decided why bother? You are happy with your new lord, and I have no intention of forcing another to take up the mantel you shed. If one of my servants is born a gnoll paragon, then I will accept them, but not before that. Anyways, nice wings, I couldn't help but notice they are no longer dragon wings."<br/><br/>He realized he was being, at best snarky, and at worst a poor host, but he was not in the mood for what he felt was a pity gift. Though he did feel the need to explain. "My apologies if I seem a bit abrupt, but I did some research after you stayed behind. Turns out, I am not the first god to have a prophet abandon them. I am the fourth. The interesting part is that all three of the other gods lost their prophets way back in the day, millennium ago. And all were rather abruptly and completely obliterated within a century."<br/><br/>He gave her a tight smile, with barely any amusement in it. "So I guess I should be thanking you, for giving me a chance to beat the current streak."