Alrael

The figure lowers its hood to reveal a handsome man's face. His hair is tinted green and as he lowers the hood, the chamber fills with a thousand scents: cinnamon bark and wet grass, thick mint and heady sage.

"My master suffered a great deal very recently. He felt the deaths of millions. This world is new, birthed by my lord Vakira's own powers. It is one plant, one great incomparable plant. And you hollowed it out. You turned some of its flesh to sand, and then someone else followed your example. It caused him a great deal of pain. He is not normally an unreasonable god, but he has not allowed himself to feel it yet, the deaths. There are other reasons, as well. He's in turmoil. He's not thinking. My lord Vakira would never act this way before, but now...I don't know how to reach him."