"So. A Constitutional Convention. Did I say it correctly?"

"A Disastrous Assembly. You will assuredly Not Enjoy the Spectacle. It is filled with Pompous Nobility, Ineffectual Clerisy, the Grasping Elected, and Unqualified Peasantry. And for Reasons Unknown there are additionally Hellknights."

"Are you among the Pompous Nobility or among the Hellknights, yourself?"

"I am among the Attorneys Inexplicably Not Invited to that Glorious Convention whose entire Purpose is Drafting Law. Though some God Unknown has Rectified the Matter."

"The lawyer's work is never appreciated outside Axis. So I hear, anyway. I've never been."

"At the least all Dead Delegates should by Today have been Raised. Excepting I suppose the one Executed by Final Blade."

"Is it really that dangerous to assemble and debate laws? And I don't actually know what a Hellknight is. Knights from Hell? That can't be it."

"Dead in the Rioting at issue in the late Trial, not dead of the Convention itself. You do not Want to Know what a Hellknight is but will Inevitably Learn."

"I always want to know."

"Brutish Soldiers who have Replaced the Soldier's Martial Law of Innumerable Beatings with a Law of Even More Beatings in Imitation of Hell, or so I take it. Ostensibly some are Iomedaean, or other such Outlandish Claims."

"How outlandish. Maybe I can meet one."

Grumble.

"While it is true that Many Delegates bring Assistants or Staff, they are Chiefly Human or Otherwise Mortal and I would prefer the Convention not be Disrupted by a Curious Outsider drawing Far Too Much Attention."

"Are you ashamed of me? Are the other Evil wizards going to make fun of you—sorry, Make of you a Figure of Fun for Consorting with Heavenly Interlopers?"

"I am Chiefly Concerned that I not draw Hostility for any Seeming of Claiming Heavenly Endorsement."

"Yes, of course, that's why I'm fine staying hidden. But are you, additionally, ashamed?"

"...it is by my Magical Working that you are Present on this Plane; what Shame is there in that?"

"Well, I'm not ashamed to tell my friends in Heaven I have an Evil wizard hiring me for legal drafting. And for a thrilling trial of one of Iomedae's own! She's a really... intense sort of god."

"...do you know if it is the God, or the Mortals of Her Church, that is the source of the Hopeless Bumbling of the Latter?"

"I don't think blaspheming against the Powers of Heaven will really burnish your Evil credentials if you keep on consorting with archons. Anyhow, I gather leaving you utterly abandoned is how She shows her approval, so you must have done well in Her eyes. Though I've never worked for Her. And if Her Church ever writes back you can find out how dysfunctional they may be firsthand."

"I have only Lawyerly Credentials. They would perhaps be Burnished in Blasphemous Litigation against various Gods, had I Venue and Standing."

"The sentiment seems Arodenish, in a roundabout way. It would be wonderful if there were an Aroden once more... but Good as well as Lawful, this time around, Neutral may be satisfactory to mortals but aspiring deities really should aspire to more. Iomedae isn't really that, She's a different sort of god."

"I will be Mindful of your Useful Advice should I Attain Divinity. Neutrality, why, it is Entirely Insufficient. It is only the Cornersome Alignments that stand Worthy of New Divinities raised from the Ranks of Mortal Man."

"Well, I won't be personally put out over it if you end up the Lawful Neutral god of Conical Hats, I just won't serve as your herald."

Lluïsa cracks a smile.