Cheth's T. rex gets close to Phaedra, breathing red strings out of its nostrils. Phaedra stands still.
Phaedra: What about something simple - just a couple of questions?
Cheth: Just questions? I'm a god, girl. I know all things.
Phaedra: Then you should have no trouble winning, right?
Phaedra speaks to him confidently.
Phaedra: We each ask one question. If I answer yours correctly, and manage to stump you with mine - you bring me and my friends back to life.
Cheth's T. rex continues fuming behind her.
Cheth: You and your friends? That's a bit too bold.
Phaedra: Okay then - let's sweeten the deal.
Phaedra turns away from him, and furrows her brow.
Phaedra: If it's a draw, you still win. And all of our souls will be yours to keep.
Phaedra is surprised by a skeletal human arm resting on her head. It grabs her hair ribbon and plays with it.
Cheth: There's the confident young lady I was hoping to meet. I'm glad she finally arrived.
Cheth appears as a tall, dark haired male human - one of his primary forms - and leans casually on a very scared Phaedra. Her arms take on the same banded markings in a flash of red. She stands very still as he smiles above her - brandishing a set of inhumanly sharp teeth.
Cheth: But she seems to far more confident than she is wise.. Tell me, Phaedra - how exactly were you planning on outwitting an all-knowing god of death? I think we both know you've already lost.