He took a bow as the collapse finally finished, before tilting his head to the side and taking a seat."So, seriously, any questions? Or complaints? Or requests to get out of here before the rest of the gods decide to come here looking for my head?"<br/><br/>He realized that his constant offers to let people get away from him likely indicated something about his psyche, but he would worry about that later. "Also, Irlixia is the half black dragon drow. I expect no problems from her, but if you have any complaints other than that there is ANOTHER hanger-on, then I will listen to them later. She is a psion, and very powerful, so play nice with her. Or she might crush your trachea with her brain, or something. It wouldn't be permanent, but it isn't pleasant, I know, had it happen once. Too mean to die, so I survived it, but it was unpleasant for a few weeks. Sorry, got on a tangent. Questions?"