"I know," Medusa took a deep breath. "But you don't understand, souls like mine, 'monsters', are cursed and almost worthless to beings of Divine Power. So, they won't waste their attention on us... All I ask is to be introduced to a True God. As for what He requires me to do or how He tests me before He's willing to help, that's none of your concern."
"Is this the reward you ask for in return for your help?"
"Yes. It's very fair."
Lancelot and his companions exchanged glances, with no one voicing opposition.
"Any True God will do?"
"... It can't be a god of the evil alignments."
"Of course," Lancelot shrugged. "But do you trust me that easily?"
"I can see that you're the kind of fool who always keeps his promises."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Lancelot smiled and shook his head. "Alright then... deal."
