Safrin
'The Voice.' Safrin replied with a mild shrug. "But as I've said, she's released no one in over three hundred years. Anything that might make you special enough to warrant her consideration, would be reasons to keep you here. And if you're unremarkable? Then why would she bother?"
Raising a perfectly sculpted brow at the notion of making the Voice return those who had been brought here against their will, the deity tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowing a shade. "It is my...belief that she hasn't the power to send you home. From all I have learned over the past few centuries, she seems merely to be grasping at straws. Sending you home is likely far beyond her abilities." But of course, Safrin didn't actually know this. It had been decades since she'd spoken to the imposter-god with anything less than outright hostility.
Raising a perfectly sculpted brow at the notion of making the Voice return those who had been brought here against their will, the deity tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowing a shade. "It is my...belief that she hasn't the power to send you home. From all I have learned over the past few centuries, she seems merely to be grasping at straws. Sending you home is likely far beyond her abilities." But of course, Safrin didn't actually know this. It had been decades since she'd spoken to the imposter-god with anything less than outright hostility.
