“No!” She stepped back, just outside his reach.

“We had a bargain. I won’t let you do or ask anything until you honour your part.”

She shivered but her eyes were piercing him.

“Oh, child. Do you even know who you bargained with?” He stepped back and smiled.

“You are Revadias. The Trickster god, the Oathbreaker, Chaosbringer.” She raised her chin. “I knew who am I bargaining with”

“You forgot master of Mischief, Bane of the order and Undying one” he laughed silently. “Well then. Then you should know that it is not the object, but the story and idea that are important for me. As well as your story does. Yes, we have a bargain. Imbue those items with reason and I will get you out of here. That was the promise and I might be called Oathbreaker, but I keep my word. It is just dogma they tried to force on me I refuse.” he stepped forward and for a moment shadows behind him soared with black and green flames “But... prove to me your worth and I will ensure no one will ever enslave you again. You know my names, so you also know this” he reached to her again and this time she stood still. She felt the touch of cold, icy caress on her skin as her cloak fell down. He stepped back but she could feel his gaze, examining her, closely.

“Turn around, slowly,” he said silently. “You are beautiful. Grey, sprinkled with black and white, shadow, with life and death” his voice was soft, dreamy. “I always laughed at my mothers, for claiming those whose skin had their colours. And you have both and neither. Sprinkles of death white, sprinkles of life black, but not in the pattern, just chaos, irregularity without reason yet creating a unique mosaic of beauty. Like you carried my mark on your skin.” he leaned forward and gently touched her chin, looking to her eyes.

“But, beauty on outside means nothing to me” he withdrew, a hint of laughter returning to his voice. “Add half as beautiful story to the body and then, then I will claim you as my priestess”