"I knew you were there and then you decided to turn my club into... well, I'll just say I've been in secret druid groves that were less sacred than what you turned my club into last night."
There's a soft snort on the other end of the phone. "Clicked, yes. Business was *exceptionally* good last night. People celebrated as if tomorrow was not going to come."
"It was certainly a very familiar air, even if it had your own touches to it. The Morrigan in full throat, gracing a celebratory gathering with her presence."
"A bit. The world hasn't had time for gods and goddesses... until recently, when everyone become intensely worried about the super-powerful in their midst."
"Aye," Erica responds, "I just wanted to call and thank you. Your time is, of course, valuable, so I'll stop consuming it. Come back to the Raven's Crest anytime."