Rish is unruffled by Jeffery's comments. "You use the Narrative magic mime? I am familiar with this power that you speak of a minor branch of power used by those to whose whim reality will not bow." With a thought 3 stand where 1 stood formerly. They speak as one. "What you know of this can be measured by the measure of a thimble. You can try to empty the sea, but this cannot be. The kind of power and will that she possesses would not allow for reality to shift. You cannot accidentally rewrite divinity. The council of ancient gods is why you have other councils. From us comes all. We spawned universes and gods I am the first death. None among the grandchildren of magic and sorcery are greater than I. I am their eldest, mime."
All 3 Rish's turn. "I would do this. Nothing less than the fate of all immortals are at stake." She nods to the newcomer.