Draiss accepted the offer of best man, though he did make comments the entire wedding, knowing he would get smacked later, god or no, because of the comments. He talked about it afterwards, and shook his head as they mentioned he owned the Witchwoods. "I don't own the forests, I own the keep. While I could make an argument to the forest, I would rather not. Because that way, you are equal to the elves. Tell you what, you don't tax my temple, and I give you the deeds, so you can trade them for an alliance. Yes, I already know you know, and the triplets in HER belly are proof. So don't make me make them into a quadruplets instead of triplets. Maura and Daminor are already behind by one."<br/><br/>He shook his head, and after the negotiations, which were really nothing more than establishing his church as an official religion and making sure lord Jermaath would be an equal to the elven druid, the real leader of the elves until his child had been born and matured enough to surpass the council they had currently, before heading out into the city. Once out there, he bit the proverbial bullet, and swung by his soon to be temple, and talked with his human prophet. After the grovelling and scraping got annoying and he banned it in his presence, he talked over the design, immediately rejecting a massive, Pelor-like cathedral for something far more humble, more in line with a simple church that wouldn't awe people with its majesty, instead seeking to make the worshippers feel as if they were in their own homes, instead of a place of worship to a major deity.