Deity Of Matchmaking

"A cave that feeds on one's terror." Prudence's voice softened as she spoke. She observed the curiosity swelling in Valda's gray eyes as she took a bite of her apple. "Based on what we've gathered about the cave, one must enter like a lifeless shell—any slight physical reaction in that environment is strongly prohibited. Personally, the ideal candidate for the task would have been Deus; have you seen the expression he makes? It's so… I can't fathom how he achieves it. You could take lessons from him before tomorrow."

"Or… I speak with master Eryx and convince him to let Deus go in my stead." Valda suggested an alternative option, running her index and middle finger on the table. "if he goes, there's a higher chance of him returning with the book than me, right?"