pilgrim's promise

Safrin "For me?" The goddess replies, both amused and touched that even with all the problems and trials before her, that Amalia still has time to worry about the needs of others. Of a goddess, no less. "You say that as if I have never been here before." She chuckles. "But no. The people here are hardened, preferring to sell their souls to genies and wraiths for a bit of magic than to devote themselves to the gods for the most part. You could mention me in passing, if you like.." The slow curve of Safrin's smile indicated that she'd very much enjoy this of course. "The portal is the one you have come from. There is only one in each area. I fear if anything the blight was a bit of misdirection on the part of the Voice," Safrin explains, speculating with a shrug, "..so that we wouldn't see what she was doing. She sent her ascended out into the land, their presence touching every corner of it. Only then did she try and open the portal. I believe the same will be done here. If you want to prevent it, you must prevent their exploration."