Nenio is listening raptly! "I suppose that explains many of the strange observations I have made in this city! Do you know why the Augury spell is still usable if prophecy no longer functions?"

"My understanding is that it asks the god in question to make an inspection of the presently-visible features of the situation and guess; gods are very good at this but they are no longer relying on actual visions of the future."

"Fascinating! I wonder whether anyone has evaluated the extent to which this reduced the spell's accuracy. The answer would be tremendously relevant to understanding the capabilities of gods."

"They're gods, they can do things that are way more impressive than tell you whether your ideas are good."

"That's about what impresses you, not about whether they used to be able to do more, but I don't know if there are old statistics to compare readily available anywhere."

"Supposedly it still works on other worlds, maybe you can find an elf to test it."

"An... elf?"

"People say elves can pass between the worlds. —Probably they'd still have to be powerful wizards."

...Seelah kind of wants to go back to talking about 'illegal orders,' but it would be rude to interrupt the wizards.

"I think elves showed up from another planet once but do not go back routinely any more than gnomes regularly return to the First World."

He laughs. "Don't let the guys downstairs hear you say that, I'll never live it down."

"...oh?"

"My mom's a half-elf, and people used to make jokes about how I always had my head in the clouds, so..." He scratches his horn. 

"Ah."

If no one else here is going to stop her, Nenio is going to pepper people with questions about the breaking of prophecy until the end of dinner.

Ignorant of Seelah's ongoing interest in the far more important topic of illegal orders Blai certainly isn't going to stop her.

As they are wrapping up dinner, there's shouting from another table.

Gods. What is it now.

"Give me back my purse!" shouts one of the civilians.

 "I didn't take your purse, lady!" says a uniformed halfling with a brand on his hand. (Blai may recognize him as one of the people Seelah's occasionally been sitting with.)

She snorts. "Pull the other one, thief."

"Hey! What are you doing? Curl is a crusader!"

"Sure, and why is that? Because he was sent here for theft."

"Perhaps he'd agree to be searched and quell the suspicion?"

 "Fine, as long as it's not her that searches me." He jerks his head at the woman accusing him of stealing her purse.

"See? What did I tell you?"

"Do you have a preference as to whom?" Blai asks.

 "Seelah is fine."

"If he wants Seelah then I don't trust her to do it right."