You think you're just going to steal some boring old necklace and suddenly you're playing host to a prissy god while the entire world is out to kill you. The girl's got problems.

Well, it didn't start out that way. But it was passing strange that a caravan seemingly no different than any other should have so many guards, and ones who were willing to pursue her long after any other sane person would've decided she wasn't worth the effort. She had to drop all the worthwhile loot until all she had left was the necklace. Maika fled into a forbidden place, a drowned city said to swallow whole any who dared to venture within. Rumors of horrible beasts, of blue water running red with the blood of unsuspecting travelers, ancient curses... all the usual boogeymen. Instead, what the city housed was a royal pain in the ass.

But even demanding deities have their uses. You can't last as long as Maika has in a world of con artists and criminals without learning how to turn a bad situation into something workable. Oh, it took a little convincing and a lot of lying, but even Ishavan couldn't deny the siren call of sweet, shining gold coins. Who better to get into a locked vault than a creature as mutable and insidious as water itself? Lemons, lemonade.

Oh yes, Maika has uses for Ishavan. But now that the old Deity of Water and Wealth has been set free, she's not the only one...