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Safrin "The ascended do not know what they want." Safrin said almost bitterly, though perhaps regretfully was a better word for it. However the wolf girl's request seemed to catch Safrin off-guard. Of all the deities, it would not be a stretch to say that perhaps Safrin was the most kind, or at least the most willing to listen. She must have heard a thousand pleas over the centuries, and yet something about this stunned her for a heartbeat. "Vi..." She hummed thoughtfully, spectral gaze flickering upwards as she thought, her eyes roaming without seeing. "It is not a thing which is done, bringing them back..." The goddess began, her voice low as if this was a secret and there was someone who might overhear. "Mort is kind. He loves them all dearly, but he knows when a life is complete. He doesn't barter. There is precedent but even I cannot tell you the way into his favour. But yes, if the time comes, I will help you." In Safrin's hand was suddenly a pendant. It was a black circle with flecks of colour in it. At the centre though, was almost a hieroglyphic sort of eye. "You come to me in a time of need, not a time of fealty. I do not expect you to wear this—" Though something in the goddess' gaze said she would indeed be pleased if it was worn, "—but when the time comes, I will be with you."