"Hey now, I agreed with you that he definitely wasn't doing that."

"I don't think we actually have that much information on the private lives of gods. Do we?"

"I guess not."

"In other countries they tell more risque stories about the gods, I think."

"They do! There's bawdy hymns in certain locales."

"Ooooh. Do you know any?"

"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."