A fight, then. Of sorts. Monzun is being strangely cagey about it, but it sounds like a fight.

They will lose, of course. Lethys steels himself to accept this inevitability. It is a necessary part of staying in Monzun's better graces; but that doesn't make it less humiliating to agree to.

"I will not try your people's faith," he declares, since they're performing the dance of setting rules. "Nor will my Creature. I will see to it personally."

Laetes is grumpily trying to lick and chew parts of himself untoward. He has already stopped listening to the gods overhead.