Draiss simply listened, one eyebrow raised, though it slowly lowered the longer the orc god spoke. At the end, Draiss snorted in amusement, before draining his tankard, and slamming the tankard against the table, requesting a refill. "And you think I didn't at least suspect that. There is a reason why I have made no moves against yours. It was just too pat, once I ascended and managed to distance myself enough. Of course, that is like you coming home and finding an elven god having used an arrow into the eye of every one of your sons. You wouldn't wait too long on figuring out why when you have such an obvious target."<br/><br/>He nodded in thanks to the waitress, before taking another drink. "Besides, as I told everyone at that damn party, which every one assumes was an exaggeration or something, that as long as you don't go after my followers or family to get to me, I don't care. Come at me directly, and while I will fight you until whatever end, that is the end of the disagreement or whatever for me. I might send some of mine if one is a little too annoying about it, but I won't move directly against them."<br/><br/>He smiled grimly, another quaff. "Though I suspect you would rather hedge your bets, hence the two women. Orkenbane is a title I bear because I earned it, not because I enjoy it. Just like Godslayer and Planekiller. Beyonder bane, Sorcerer of Dragonfire and Balefire, are two that I do bear with pride."