[ OUTGOING CALL: GORR (RANK 4) ]
The ringtone buzzed once. Twice.
Click.
Gorr's stone avatar appeared. She looked busy. In the background, Red could see Molekins hauling massive crates of gemstones.
"You survived," Gorr grunted, not looking at the camera. "I saw the smoke. Impressive chimney."
"It worked," Red said, keeping his voice flat. "The Druid retreated."
"Good. He's a fungus. He hates dry heat."
"He called me," Red said casually.
Gorr stopped writing on her slate. She looked up. "Did he?"
"He was... chatty," Red leaned back, floating in the air to look relaxed. "He was talking nonsense. About 'Tests' and 'Physics'. He seemed to think my chimney was some kind of... cultural signal."
Red watched Gorr's face closely.
"He said it proved I wasn't a 'Native'," Red lied smoothly. "What does that mean, Gorr? Aren't we all... gods?"
Gorr sighed. It was a heavy, dusty sound. She put down her slate and walked closer to the screen.
"You really are new, aren't you?"
