[ Tezcatlipoca’s first response is to laugh, and he nods with an approving smile. ]

Well, you got a good head on your shoulders, can say that for sure. That’s a good question.

[ One that he doesn’t answer immediately, since he pauses to take another drink. When he sets the glass down this time, he smirks across the table at Liem, and it’s a smile that’s as sharp and intense as his gaze. ]

I’ll make it into one hell of a battlefield, obviously. Meridian, Zenith, doesn’t matter. Both sides need to pile up some good casualties to make this worthwhile. ‘Course, I’ve staked my bet with Zenith, so that means I’m inclined to make your side fight with all you’ve got.

[ Like he said. He’s a god of good, can’t you tell? ]