Draiss' temper abruptly snapped with a nearly audible snap. "I DON'T KNOW! Complain to Fate, who seems to think I am her avatar. Complain to everyone else, who thinks I am a line of defense that won't fail regardless of what you accuse me of. Complain to the Over-deities, who think I am some kind of pawn to be thrown about the board as needed. You are allowed to move as you want, but I am as needed. I have NOT freedom. I am a piece to be used and discarded as needed."<br/><br/>He realized he was yelling, before calming himself. "I don't WANT the position I am in, dwarf god. I wanted to DIE as a mortal. Instead, I am fulfilling some hole as a god, and I don't like it."