[ Silco didn't know if he understood — or agreed — the sentiment of remaining powerless, but gods were gods, and they all had such odd ways of thinking, odd logic, inhuman. They had no worries about their long-term mortality because it had never been a concern to them. It was similar to Sebastian. Silco had spent a long time considering gods — and not just because he hated Quetz — but the real answer to why they were like that was simple.

They simply had little to prove to mortals, did they?

So he could only ignore such a statement, about not opting for power yet, though his eyes do stare right at Tezca when he does, as if he were considering. ]

Hm, perhaps it is because I've known little other than conflict my entire life.

[ It's idle, before he turned his attention toward Highstorm, and then nodded out toward the rest of the land. ]

I would send you to Springstar.

Oh, no, not the city itself, with their revelry and... [ Ugh ] Light, but if you find the sewers there, you could find a true gem underneath the city. Kowloon, the city beneath Springstar in the below.

The trip there is dire, and I would suggest that you tread carefully, given your...condition. Only those that know the way can find it.

It is... much more lively than either here or Highstorm, and I mean that in the best of ways.