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Alas, powerful women tended to come with powerful tempers, and Zariah seemed to have rankled Safrin’s with her question. Par for the course for the Archmage but not her intention by a longshot. Oh well. One could not change perception once it was perceived, and though time altering magic was exciting in theory, it was terribly messy in practice. ”I do not know, though my clearly incorrect assumption was based on the lack of a shrine. My sincerest apologies, I meant no offense.” she said, dipping her head and conceding the point, making no attempt to argue with the goddess who clearly was displeased with her presence. Though she shouldn’t be surprised by that. She was an Abandoned after all. The Archmage took a step back, able to take a cue when she saw it. The others gathered were those Safrin loved, and she was encroaching on their gathering. ”Safe travels to you all.” she said cordially to those gathered, turning to leave the gathered Safrin-blessed in peace with their goddess. {ATTEMPTED EXIT Z} zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.