"A good question, boy." The old man's voice is calm and steady; while his power is less than that of Draiss', it's also clear that this is nowhere near his full potential. An avatar, most likely.<br/><br/>"You've already done more in this world than most of us do in centuries, and you've been here all of... three months? You're an anomaly, undoubtedly. Only a handful of followers, and still able to best Tiamat--" He'll notice that he says her name with absolutely no fear or hesitation, despite the fact that it unquestionably will draw her attention.  "--in her own temple, no less. Admittedly, you had things going for you, but in a straight fight... well, I'm no betting man." He chuckles, very softly, though there's little mirth in it. "Truth be told, you frighten a lot of us. Even me. Will you get stronger, as this spreads? If so, you will frighten a great many more, boy." He places an emphasis on the word 'boy', not cruelly, but to get the point across that Draiss is extremely young, for a deity. "No one acts rationally, when frightened."<br/><br/>"What happens next, truly, is up to you. I can see you have a great many ideas, and I'm certain you see the potential for good, of some sort in them; any foe of Tiamat can't be all bad. But, the more you act directly, the more your potential for harm. Every time you act, you rob some part of the freedom of the universe. You might create perfection, in your eyes... but by that act, you're robbing the mortals involved of some aspect of freedom. Even gilded bars can make a cage, even if it is a very large one."