"Now now Rumel, let's not get nasty. This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Khalen may be a mite overzealous at times, but his heart is in the right place." The Weaver sat near the middle of the table, trying to sperate himself from those who might upset his indigestion. Rumel was a bit close for that goal though. "Though my brother does bring up an interesting question. Why us, Father? We are, for the most part, untrained in the ways of ruling. I can't speak for my siblings, but I have little interest in leading the mortals of the Disk. Perhaps guide them subtly, but not as a, well, a God. Which is what you propose, if I understand correctly. Would not some of the other spirits be more suited to the task? Or even you yourself?"