Solomon smiled again, an expression of glacial coldness. "Yes, there is something that is being overlooked. We all hate the Dozen more than we hate each other. Would you work with those around you long enough to see the high priestess of Pelor gutted like a fish? Or the most holy of the holy knights butchered like a cow? Maybe see the horror in the half-orc bastard's eyes as he sees his wife thrown to the troops to be violated and discarded?"

The smile became a grin. "Which of the Dozen do you hate, daughter of Asmodeus? Or maybe it isn't the Dozen you hate, but the others that follow their ideals. Let me explain something. If we tilt the Scales our way, the whole of creation will favor us. Armies will falter, kingdoms will shake, and gods will die. We know the location of a device that can command the universe, and the lot of you are going to pass it up because you are having a bit of a squabble with someone else who would gain from it."

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"There are three kinds of plan. The fast plan, the good plan, and the sneaky plan. The fast plan works because by the time anyone knows you're there, you're already stabbing them in the face. The good plan works because they know you're going to stab them in the face, but they can't do anything about it. The sneaky plan works because while you were listening to me explain all this, I stole your sandwich."