Near the end of his turn taking watch, Jillith was tuning her magic lyre when it made a noise it never made before, and then a golden form appeared before her.
Of course, she immediately shouted the codeword for a magical attack, but none of the other party members stirred.
"Calm, my child, they cannot awaken. I am Rongan, your cleric's God, and-"
"What do they call you then?"
"What?"
"Philin has a special name for you she uses. What is it?"
The God hesitated long enough over the lie that Jillith tried the codeword again, this time it worked.
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