He waved off the 'fitting importance' part, before following along. "Been lost in a malfunctioning portal for the last few centuries. Well, centuries for you. It has felt a LOT longer than it was for me. And why not let me sit in, keep an eye on things. I know a couple things about 'diplomacy' and I am bringing my constructs back to assist in guard duty, eventually the shadow stalkers once we get the factory working for them again. But for the moment, consider a couple handfuls of the death squads to be a protective detail from a returning ancestor.<br/><br/>And I don't bring wars home. I end my kids' wars. And there are several rooms in the back no one has used since I turned over the city to Bastetta and her husband. I and mine here can retire to those after sitting in on the negotiations."<br/><br/>He was gently applying magic to soothe his descendant, the blood finally resonating now that he had relaxed enough for it to naturally occur.