When her eyes met his, he saw an intensity. Not only of power, but of sheer will. Hers was a stare that Arannis had difficulty meeting, but meet it he did. He focused his willpower and started right back into her eyes. The ice blue of her gaze directly meeting his dark green. When she spoke next, Arannis regretted his decision.
When she finally introduced herself, Arannis thought at first she was lying, or merely mad. She had power, yes, but to be who she claimed yet still walk among the mortals? However, she made her claim with such certainty, such absolute truth. There was not a trace of doubt in her words, nothing she did suggested falsehood. He hoped for the sake of himself and all those here that it was not madness, with the depths of strength he had detected from the woman. But as he thought back through the conversation, he had to come to the conclusion that it was not madness either.
Never before had Arannis considered he might find himself face to face with the goddess of death. He was used to the idea of gods as distant beings, powerful, yes, and clearly existent as evidenced in any number of ways. However he was very much unused to the idea of gods walking amongst mortals. He did appear visibly more nervous at the revelation, but rapidly did his best to compose himself. Finally, Arannis did all he could. He spoke.
“I am honored, Dalanesca.”
The power of the True Name resonated through the area as it left his lips. It was the sort of power that could be shaped into the beginnings of a prayer, an invocation, or a summoning. Such beings as she would certainly hear it when their names were spoken in such a way, and spoken thrice it would be difficult to ignore. However, Arannis had no such illusions that it would be a good idea to further focus the attentions of death herself upon him.
“This crisis then has gained the attention of death herself, to the degree that she intervened incarnate rather than send her followers to dispatch it. I had thought that this was merely an ordinary upstart lich. It seems I was wrong.”
That fact made Arannis quite worried. Perhaps he should take a more active role in events. He had imagined this trip as an easy method of gaining silver and perhaps some connections amongst the adventuring community. He hadn’t imagined it would truly be a crisis of such magnitude. Perhaps he was overreacting, perhaps Dalanesca had arrived out of curiosity or whatever other motivation Death might have. Though perhaps it was best if Arannis did assist in ending this crisis, rather than continuing to attempt to profit from it.
Then again, perhaps he could turn a profit here. He stood before a goddess, one whose power was clearly evident. Perhaps he could bargain for a mere fraction of that power. No. No he would not. The days when Arannis had traded in such deals were long past. He had piggybacked off of the power of greater beings long enough, that is why he broke his previous pact of such nature. He would not consign his loyalty, his very soul, to another great power, be they demon, angel, or goddess of death herself. Especially not now. A decade ago, he would have began constructing an offer, a bargain, a deal. He would have taken this opportunity to gain unimaginable knowledge and power from a timeless being. But now he would never divide his loyalty. He could never again engage in such a pact, not when the desires of a goddess might conflict with what was best for Arannis’ son. He could never justify such a thing. Arannis blanked all the thoughts of pacts and deals from his mind. He would not barter with Dalanesca, no.
However, the temptation was still great enough that the ideas of the gifts she could offer hung in his mind. Perhaps not a pact, but perhaps he might still seek Death’s favor. He could think of few things a goddess might want, but he did know of one gift that might tempt even the goddess of death. Perhaps he would seek her attention at another time. Or perhaps he might engage in his gambit now. After all, why should one bother with a sacrificial ritual to chance gaining the attention of a divine when they are currently staring directly into your eyes.
“I might offer a gift, a sacrifice, to aid against these foes,” Arannis offered. A thrill of fear filled him when he spoke his words, but he kept his calm, friendly expression on his face. If one were to walk in and see the pair now, they might assume Arannis was speaking to a friend or casual acquaintance. None would suspect he was offering a sacrifice to the goddess of death.