Diviara Celegra stared at the reassembled statue of Lorithia that would eventually be transferred from the palace to the New Temple of Hope with a sense of odd foreboding, a sense that had been building ever since the Moglin had left. As a communicant, he could call upon the Powers for guidance, but in matters such as this, experience told him that they wouldn’t answer even if they could. Diviara frowned, for while he wanted to do just that, he questioned the point of such travel. “Why bother? I can see the war here just as easily...” Myr looked at the Brilhado with an inscrutable expression.