Ylios was the god of knowledge. Mortals came to him every day, begging for a piece of his omniscience to be passed on to them. He found it sickening. Mortals always had a reason for their questioning, beyond curiosity. It was to get a one-up on others.

He watched as the head of his temple ushered another politcal figurehead away from his altar. He hadn't a shred of sympathy. He took a sip of his ambrosia (it tasted like the finest of wine, at the moment) and sighed. What a miserable visit.