And then, between one moment and the next, a figure steps out of the shadow behind the tent. Except that there was definitely no one there a moment ago. 

The figure appears to be that of a woman, small with a slight build, clad from head to toe in black and with her face hidden behind a veil. Only her dark blue eyes are visible. 

She looks at Promise. Seems to be waiting for something. 

To Leareth's mage-sight, it's extremely obvious that this isn't a living human. :One of the leshya'e Kal'enedral, I think: he tells Promise in private Mindspeech. :Her spirit warriors: 

"Hello," Promise says to the leshya'e.

The spirit-woman inclines her head slightly. Something about her movements is very slightly off, as though she's too close to weightless, she doesn't quite move like a human.

"You have something you wish to say to the Goddess," she states. Her voice sounds odd, sort of muffled and faraway, as though rising from deep in a well. 

"I wish to know why she along with the Sunlord sent aggressors here."

"Her ally, Vkandis Sunlord, believed Himself under attack, and was calling in a favour. She did not recognize the danger or know its nature." The woman's head tilts slightly to one side. "It is you, yes? You are a very long way from your home." 

"Yes. But I'm only dangerous when threatened. Does She know how the Sunlord is doing now?"

"He is no longer communicating with Her. She does not think He is destroyed, but His future is -" the blue eyes narrow as the spirit warrior searches for words, "- his future is strange and limited. Hers also, but less." 

"I can permit him to speak to her. I wish to know if her surrender will persist regardless of what he says."

There's a long pause. 

"She is not going to fight in His aid," the leshya'e says eventually, "even if He asks it. There are no futures where that ends well for Her aims. She...does wish to know what you intend, here, in this world. The future is clouded and She is concerned for Velgarth and for Her people." 

"I do not mean Velgarth or its people harm. I'm going to address the Sunlord now - you may communicate with the Star-Eyed."

The spirit nods and takes a step back. Her outline goes slightly hazy, with just a hint of translucency. 

"They should be able to converse in whatever manner is typical for gods now."

Slight nod, and then the black-clad figure is silent for minutes longer, her silhouette wavering in and out a little. 

Leareth stands with his arms folded, his face an unreadable mask. 

Finally, the leshya'e lifts her head. "May we speak privately?" she says to Promise. 

"Perhaps you know a language he does not," she suggests.

"I can muddle through with Shin'a'in," Leareth confesses. "If you know the Velvari tongue, I do not speak that." 

The spirit woman nods, and takes a few steps closer to Promise, eyes fixed on her, lowering her voice to a warbly near-whisper. "The Sunlord and the Goddess will leave you be, but - there is something They wish to request in exchange." 

"Mm?"

Leareth can't understand what she's saying, and also has paced further off. He really hates the feeling of being out of the loop, but - well, he's already pretty committed to trusting Promise here, and...so far she's paid back that trust with interest. He waits. 

The leshya'e leans in closer. "They ask that you kill Leareth. He has been a nuisance to Them for eighteen centuries." 

"And why do They expect They could ask such a thing?"

She seems a bit nonplussed. "He has done many great evils. He kills for blood-power. He is - was - planning something, we do not know what, but he is fighting the gods of this world, and She saw darkness across a thousand possible futures. Also, in exchange They would not even try to interfere with your life going forward. That seems of value to you." 

"She could be making any of that up for all I know. What I know is that he was hospitable to me and They murdered a bunch of people not even for whatever 'blood-power' is but just for no reason at all."