Even mighty gods are not all above treachery. [A beat.] But 'twould seem Fortune smiles upon you, for I choose to hold you to your word. For your own sake, let us pray 'tis as unyielding as your hammer.

[He focuses the energies roiling inside him and channels a small measure of it into generating a portal in the form of a magic circle. It expands underfoot, the outer ring of alchemic runes pulsing softly.

Then comes a long, expectant look through his lashes. There is room for two.]