Hrothlar sighs and takes a long drink from his wooden cup of water. A careful look reveals it has now transformed into a red wine. "I suppose it was too much to expect divine justice to extend to the mortals. I retract my points dealing with them, except for the one about granting mortals technology, especially weapons. Simply handing young races scientific truths on a silver platter proves nothing and is unnecessary. The natural maturity of a mortal race's science is a holy thing, and ought not to be prevented."