Some time ago now, Rey had told Caedra that the gods can be contacted by visiting their temples with intent. Or something like that - Caedra really isn't sure how that works. But she dislikes the phone, and doesn't trust it at all to be useful in giving her an accurate assessment of what these creatures that call themselves gods are. So she makes her way on one cold night to the now-familiar temple to Rage. The place where she met Ivar, the place where she successfully determined she can bring her Abyssal companions through for a time. The place where she was reborn, in the ruined remains of the bloodstained magic circle out front, formed anew from ichor and hatred after some of the city's residents took out their vengeance on her.

Caedra does not know how to attract such a creature's attention of course, and that already angers her. She has a lot to be angry about - it is the nature of the tanar'ri, to foster that rage and turn it against the multiverse. So she does what comes naturally for her. Stands in the middle of the temple, sword extended and eyes defiant, and calls out to the creature that pretends it is divine.

"Rage. I demand an audience with you!"