"I live<em>here.</em>With angels, golds, and everything else you could imagine. Unless it has a problem with me, I think we'll get along just fine."<br/><br/>The town had grown, immensely, over the years; the rich, fertile valley was being farmed, extensively, and the city had grown almost to the point of becoming a major city in its own right... even to the point that the main city was beginning to suffer, from too many people moving away to the valley, though the trade more than made up for it. The population had grown considerably, and a couple more metallic dragons, mostly smaller ones, had moved into dens along the mountain ridge. After all this time, the damage his religion had taken, during the wedding seems to have recovered, and, while it still left a bad taste in some people's mouths, most people had no issue with him and his followers, any longer.