"Ruth" said nothing more.
She was merely stirring up trouble out of habit, not genuinely planning to act against the Undead.
How to put it... although she had spent a fair amount of time dealing with the Undead, Rose did not think she could handle beings whose souls lay beyond her grasp.
Without a clear view of their souls, she naturally could not discern what they truly wanted deep down.
Under those circumstances, any attempt to test them was bound to go wrong.
And the Undead were strange creatures: the moment one knew something, the entire race knew it... the infuriating part was that they did not even distinguish between friend and foe. Why would they tell their enemies that the locals were secretly giving them benefits?
Rose simply could not understand that, so she would refrain from doing anything for now.
She might seem to meddle everywhere, but at the very least, those places and their inhabitants had given her an opening.
Most importantly, she would have trouble severing the connection between the Undead's bodies and the gods watching from the controllers' end... would that not mean Corellon would personally witness her every move and hear her every word?
There were many things Rose did not care about... she did not care if that fool saw her ugliness and debauchery, but she did care if he saw her stupidity.
And Corellon would certainly share it with the elves.
Failure was inevitable, but she would never hand herself over to be laughed at for it... Rose had no desire to lose her divine offices of conspiracy and deceit over a moment's recklessness.
Ha! The elves' hatred and fear were sources of her divine power, too!
Even if she failed, it would only be after she had inflicted enough damage to