Eruraviel
"Ahem." Eruraviel performed the customary human action of clearing her throat to redirect attention. "Yes, I was getting to that." She replied with ashort, pointed glare at Amanda. She was here to help her strike this deal, not to repeatedly criticize her in a painfully public manner. The elven goddess knew what she was doing.
"First, the obvious–such a war against a triple alliance of equal divinities would prove very dangerous to the Columbian forces, and potentially lethal to her remaining loyalist divinities. My sneak attack upon them has obvious benefits in that regard. I would throw their forces into confusion with an unexpected decapitation strike from the north. If you desired, I possess the capacity to trap the corrupted goddess and prevent her essence from infecting Columbia, as well." She wasn't sure if that was an issue for this goddess, but she felt it was a potential problem point that may need to be addressed, one which she may have the ability to help out with. "If you have any other more specific desires with such a war, I would be happy to brainstorm in a more focused enviroment in how I could help with my powers."
She then reached into her chest and withdrew a book, handing it to Serra. "Then, there are the benefits of friendly trade between our soverignities—I've taken the liberty of cataloging the sorts of goods my elves can produce, right now, as well as the sorts of raw materials we can extract from the depths of the great forest. Such trade, of course, would be preferential in Columbia's favor."
"Finally..." Eruraviel's ears fluttered and she sat straight up. "I bear no ill will or competetive spirit with your goddess—her domains fail to clash at all with mine. Unless the situation drastically changed, I would see little cause for conflict between us. Elven perspectives and goals tend to be..." how do I say it without sounding pretentious... "longer term, as a result of our elongated lifespans."
