Ultimate Betrayal

Zorian leveled a scrutinizing gaze at Andohr, the weight of centuries contained in his voice. 

"Now that you've secured your freedom, what are your intentions, Andohr? What do you plan to do with it?"

"I intend to reform this stale pantheon. It's about time we stopped pissing about and made some actual changes around here." Andohr leaned back in his throne, a sly smile playing on his lips. 

"And what of Dagon? The war with him has cost us much. Do you plan to continue this futile conflict?" Zorian inquired, his brow furrowed with concern.