Dainn sat down next to Ortwin by the fire. He handed him a cup of airag.

"Have a drink. You've earned it."

Yesterday he had said the same words to Ivangir, but this time his words were sincere. Aiding in the communion with the Two Faced god took a lot out of a storyteller. Ortwin gave him an irritated look as he accepted the cup.

"Did you really have to act like such a pushover when we were negotiating with her?"

"We weren't negotiating, we were putting on a show, remember? She might not have not drank the godsmilk otherwise."

"We should have given her godscum instead. Bucks drink milk, cows drink cum. That's how the Two Faced God meant it."

"Then she definitely wouldn't have fallen for our ruse, Ortwin. And if she did, we don't know if godscum would have stopped her magic from killing us."

"And that's not the worst. You didn't bother removing her horn or plucking her wings. You even gave her her clothes back when you sent her off."

"I set her on the right path. Just drink your airag. It'll make you act less like a cow on the rag."

"I'm not acting like a cow on the rag. What you did was a sin. I would know. It is my job to know sin, my liege."

"What I did was strategy. I would know. It is my job to know strategy, Ortwin."

The storyteller sighed.

"I don't want to hear a word about it. I am serving the Two Faced God just like you are. If you truly are as pious as you claim, you would let me do so as I see to be the most prudent."

Author's Note

Special thanks to Aristagtle for helping to preserve the story's logical consistency and grammatical correctness.

Any criticism is extra appreciated. Celestia is a tough character to get right and I don't know if I quite did it.