Draiss poked Kamariel in the side, before shaking his head at his ally. "Fine, but I still think you are missing out. Oh well, maybe at the next party you will know better. And, my dear balor, I would ask that you refrain from mentioning that. No sense me having to explain to some greater god why their champion is screaming for my champion's head on a plate once they get out of the party."<br/><br/>He leaned back into the sofa as Hlal left, and told Kamariel the three greatest antics he had preformed, insulting Tiamat in front of the entire assembly of gods, the Hannibal Lecture he had given every evil god, and mentioning how he had taken seventeenth in the tactical squad combat battles out of the few more than a hundred entries. "So you see, I have quite a bit riding on you right now. I took three completely average squads and turned the competition nearly on its side, especially since I am not a battle god. Having you place well here will make it easier to move around, get my work done, and not worry about some lower god trying to knife me to get some of my portfolios."