In the end, they found this fellow to be brainless and unable to speak. His Divine Temple did have beautiful and ingenious decorations. However, talking with him was frustrating, with only one person speaking at a time. The situation would get awkward if you stopped talking.
You've been a god for tens of thousands of years, yet haven't learned how to socialize?
Thus, other deities stopped visiting--the God of Construction sighed in relief, wiping imaginary cold sweat from his forehead.
He used to envy the graceful gods, but when it was his turn, he realized that he couldn't do it. Talking to these fellows was so exhausting...
I'd rather stay home and comfortably research the way of construction.
