Seeing a nine foot tall man trying to shout the world into obedience and order was always going to make Felassan think look, a baby Elgar'nan, with approximately negative five thousand approval. That's a deep pit to climb out of.

Those who brought us here are no 'gods' is a start, though.

Maybe.

"How can you tell?" Felassan says, then holds up a hand. "Wait. Think about that and tell me when I get back."

He's collected enough shingles to roll off and add to the pile. But it's a short trip.