Draiss shook his head, and held out his left arm, flipping it over before touching a spot just in front of the elbow, causing his hardlight computer to activate. "No, there is another valley, not far, maybe two months distant at a crawl. Just big enough for two races, but there is also a large oasis about two weeks into the desert. Neither are occupied, and both can be of use to the hobs and the gnolls. I was thinking oasis for the gnolls, and the smaller valley for the hobs."<br/><br/>He showed her on the map, before shrugging. "Besides, if they all tried to stay, bloodshed would be the only possible result. Well, that and annihilation for at least two races, and up to four. I ensure the most amount of choices, Suzuanne. It isn't pretty, it isn't easy, and the only real reward for being the so called 'good' or 'neutral' races is that I can make it a tiny bit easier. Believe me, Suzu, I know better than anyone that any race labeled 'good' or 'evil' is nothing more than a polite lie perpetuated so the people using it can make themselves feel better about murder."<br/><br/>He looked up, the 'Y' shaped scar around his left eye appearing, reminding her that he was Orkenbane. "Besides, your need for food is due to being a paragon on top of a caster. That fat bitches has nothing with either. A handful of years as a fighter, a couple as a cleric, and a few as a rogue. Nothing impressive, nothing more."<br/><br/>He put the hardlight computer back into inactive mode, before smiling softly at her, the scar still present, though he did realize it no longer bled, likely thanks to Jashah. "So, yes, there is a plan, and if they play along, they might even get to live to see the end. If not, well, they made a choice, and get to enjoy its full rewards, good and bad."