Draiss sighed, and tapped the table in front of him. "That... is a long, depressing story. If you want to full version, I can give it later, but the short version was that I was a mortal about four centuries ago. I died on my last adventure, and much to my consternation, I came back a god. As did four of my companions, and three of the enemies. I spent about three centuries rampaging, unable to control my powers, and then five decades learning how to be a god. I then came here, wanting to interact with the 'mere mortals' if you will forgive the sheer level of hypocrisy in that term. After the siege, one of the townsfolk spontaneously became a prophet, and I really felt bad about leaving him and everyone assuming he was raving, so I did a few god things, and ended up with a following."<br/><br/>He paused, and grinned at them. "Am I going to fast? I'm going to fast aren't I?"