"I know six - no, seven verses of Nocticula's Favored."

"Well, go on."

She snorts and sings. She's not bad. The song is of course in drow.

Then they will not properly appreciate it, except Mahdi, who has Tongues prepared and casts it.

Each verse is about a different beloved worshiper of Nocticula's meeting her in the Abyss and getting rewarded for their service. The seventh verse is about her smuggling them all out of the Abyss with her in light of her alignment change. They are smuggled out under her clothes and keep distracting her.

It's great.

"We'll have to take your word for it."

"Pity comprehend languages doesn't work on other people."

"It really is."

"If anybody purple asks, Nocticula's my favorite deity, by the way. She's still loosely socially acceptable at home."

"Did her escaping-the-Abyss deal inspire anyone to try to copy it?"

"Half a dozen of her lovers hiding under her skirt if you believe the song. Otherwise not as far as I know."

Nod.

"Contemplating how to get them all to Elysium?"

"Ah huh. If you tell me I wouldn't like it as much if they were there I'll punch you."

"I wouldn't," he says very seriously. 

"Nocticula might be working on it or something, but she's not getting anywhere fast."

"I assume it's in some respect really complicated."

"Could just be everyone sucks."

"There aren't all that many gods so if there's some kind of exceptionality that being a god doesn't help with, and doesn't help you be a god, which would be necessary to fix everything, it might easily not have popped up by chance."

"So you figure you had better give it a shot yourself?"

"Yup."

"Well. We've levelled pretty fast with all these ship expeditions."

"I'm excited!"

"I'll let you know tomorrow how the scrying went. Where should I let you off?"