Maura, however, doesn't quite back down, likely because her motherly instincts are overriding her normally immense common sense. "Regardless of what you may or may not think about this region, Drellin's Ferry is<em>my</em>land, and<em>my</em>responsibility. Unless you'd like to step in, and arbitrate disputes, and decide property lines, and comfort the little girl with a skinned knee who has no parents, then don't use us as just another one of your pet projects. You've surrounded yourself with nothing but your worshipers, and I think it's starting to get to your head, Draiss. The man who adventured with us wouldn't talk about an army of demons appearing in town as if it were an everyday occurrence that doesn't matter! And if you're making so many enemies that we're in constant, mortal danger, then maybe you should re-evaluate your own actions, rather than put the burden on us."<br/><br/><em>I haven't had the pleasure, no; I've been working with you, this whole time, after all. I assume she's in my domain?</em>Noone else has any comments, slowly dispersing back to their regularly-scheduled days, most of the mortals rather worn out, mentally if not physically, from watching the battle, and even the immortals are a little drained.