Wyll takes a sip. "Any of those would improve the pantheon."

"When have I crashed a ship? I haven't crashed a ship!"

"You were merely at the controls of the ship when it landed violently on the ground."

"I believe I did a perfectly good job flying an airship for a first-timer with no training."

"God of first attempts," Gale suggests.

"God of sluttiness, terrible decisionmaking, and doing quite well for your first try all things considered."

"I'll drink to that."

"Now all you need to do is work out how to ascend."

"Back home in Absalom there's this magical artifact, the Starstone, and if you get through the dungeon surrounding it and touch it you-- well, you mostly die, but two of the thousands of people who have gone for it ascended to godhood. One of them was Aroden, the archmage who made it, and one was"-- oh god he didn't think through this sentence, this is so awkward to say in front of Shadowheart-- "Norgorber, the god of crime."

"I really don't understand Aroden's criteria for who to make a god."

Shadowheart: not offended by the existence of gods of crime, or dislike of them, because her goddess is only... loosely associated with crime.

Gale rubs his chin. "I'm impressed Aroden managed that."

"He's kind of a shitty god. God of civilization, never mind whether the people you're trying to bring civilization to want to be civilized, or that it's built on the back of slaves. --About fifty years ago Aroden's cathedral in Oppara burned down because of a riot, the emperor arrested some people's favorite athletes. Of course the emperor had to build a new one to Aroden's glory. Everyone who worked on it was corvee labor, spent months away from their families, women and old people had to do the farming because the men were working on it. Bunch of people died in various accidents. But it's a beautiful fucking cathedral. That's the kind of god Aroden is. Cares a lot about the achievements of humanity, not a lot about people."  

"Impressed at his ambition," Gale corrects. "Not so much where it's pointed."

"Sorry, this topic is too depressing for a party. What's it like to fuck a god?"

He thought he managed to dodge this question.

There is no way he could pass off how red he is on the alcohol. "It's...um... so to say... it's like. Touching the Weave. Directly."

Cayden considers how to respond to this and eventually lands on, "But how did you know it was sex?"

Mystra is not the sort of God to smite someone for discussing her sex life. He just wishes she was, so he had a better excuse to dodge this question. "It was. Not subtle."

"Cool."

"It was," he says wistfully.

"I think you win the prize for most exciting sex life here."

"Which is very sad because normally I win."

"Hey, Mystra--"

"Don't lack for ambition, darling. I bet you could find a more fun god. One that actually fucks."

"Well, I have no familiarity with the local pantheon."