"I don't expect anything for myself. My own future could change at any moment - that's not what matters," she says, narrowing her eyes, but keeping her voice calm and even. "Nothing that happens here matters either. People come back from death. You weren't even killed, to my knowledge, yet you're so eager for revenge. I understand that anger, don't get me wrong, but it won't serve you any purpose here."

Stubborn elf. She will bide her time, wait for some catastrophe to distract or injure him or his companions. She will wait for the gods' power to waver, and then she will flay them one by one and hang them from the spires that tower over the city. Wouldn't that make for a delightful scene?