Ravan sat silently for a few moments, taking everything in. He didn't show much in the way of expression - he'd heard many a breathless revelation of "ultimate truth" in his time, and his poker face was second to none.
Her second point was fascinating, but seemed largely academic to him - it sounded like another form of magic, dressed up in a different costume. Her first point caused him considerably more trouble. The idea challenged Daivat's supremacy. Oh, Ravan had never been a mindless fanatic - he believed Daivat was mighty beyond mortal ken, and knew that he was the worthiest among gods, that his philosophy was the most elementally correct. The way the world worked was evidence enough of that, for those who could "see." But he had always known that Daivat was not strong enough to impose his will over all of the other gods and the powers infernal - otherwise he would have done so.
But what this... Tasaoth woman was proposing was something else entirely - not only was Daivat not first and greatest among the divine order, he was of the second rung - a mote in the eye of a supreme and eternal God. But if that were true... why would such a supreme deity create, and then fall silent? Why would it not impose its will? Why would it let chaos reign, instead of instilling order, discipline, and ordering all things for the good? It was... troubling, to say the least.
Of course, there was no guarantee that it was true - these people might all be insane. But they knew their business, and the two women certainly believed it utterly. The whole party did - or at least were familiar with the idea.
Nevertheless, there was something much more convincing about this particular revelation. Ravan took a deep breath, and then began to speak in a slow, thoughtful tone.
"So... if I understand correctly, you... "see" the supernal world - the world as it is, rather than as mortal eyes percieve it." A slow pause. "Or maybe you "read" it, if it really is made up of these Words." he said, pronouncing it as she did, with the prime signifigance of the term evident. "Reality's like a book written in invisible ink. You've got the necessary tincture to reveal the ink, and you can change the letters around. You can alter these words - which are, in effect, the smallest meaningful units of reality. I've heard some philosophers call them atoms, or the divine spark, or a number of other terms. Doesn't matter - what does is that you can see it, and you can manipulate it. Because of your ancestry - these Authmoth creatures - you can intercede with reality at the basic level."
He tugged one earlobe thoughtfully. "Honestly, it sounds like magic with different semantics to me, at least in the results. Obviously speaking these words takes skill and effort - if you could accomplish anything by just knowing the name and speaking the Word, whoever mastered it first would have made themselves Emperor of All." He gave another of those very small half-smiles. "Well, that, or whoever got to that level of mastery first changed the rules and became your Overgod." He resumed the main thrust of his argument. "In any case, the effects of these words must have some barrier to their use, or your folk would be the secret masters of the world. Therefore, like magic, it is a method of manipulating reality by the effort of the will, by using invocations or rituals or however it actually works. It allows you access to strange and unusual powers by means of esoteric knowledge."