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Klethi didn't let her disappointment show, though there was much of it. She waited, once again, patiently for an opportunity to slip back into the conversation and take it in a more effective or fun direction. She was interrupted, though, when the great schemer decided to bother her about nonsense. She waved a hand dismissively. "That is fine," she replied, not giving him or Fenris's response much thought.
Fenris, who had sat silently with his hands in his lap, watched Valoel's outburst, and seemed disturbed by it, though he didn't say anything. He tried to remain as unnoticed as he could, but even in total, blank, boring silence, he couldn't escape Zoralt's attention. It was a real problem for him, constantly being a marvel to the things he tried so adamantly to avoid.
"You aren't immortal," Fenris corrected. He put his hands on the table and pushed himself onto his feet, then looked up at Zoralt, a cross between annoyed and perplexed. "You just haven't died yet."
"Ignore his inanity, Zoralt. He is an atheist. They believe crazy things. Fenris, I believe he'd like to know how it feels to know you will some day be dead."
"Well he couldn't answer it himself if he realized he wasn't immune to the same fate. No one here is. Just as you can plot to kill primordials, you in turn can be challenged and defeated."
"For someone that claims so wholeheartedly to want nothing to do with the realm of deities, you spend a lot of time studying, and insulting, Fenris."
"I'm not trying to insult anyone, and I apologize if I've done so." He was flustered, like this was an exasperating and common experience. For those that had dealt with Klethi enough, they were likely familiar with Fenris's disapproval or at the least how quickly and often Klethi got him worked up and made him say something dangerous. "Are you satisfied with his answer, Zeralt? If that's all, I see that I should cut my losses here, and move on my many plots with better allies."