He paused, his good humor draining like water from the bottom of a cracked vessel. "Because when you get to my power levels, higher powers start taking a serious interest, regardless of whether you want to or not. I did my service, and got out, or tried to. Apparently, I didn't get away as clean as I liked. We have two gods fighting here, at least. Maybe more. I have my own agenda, and want to peruse that without external influences. The more people know about me, the more likely I am to get pulled into things like this. I am tired of dying and being brought back for more. Maybe gratitude is enough for you, but I want to just work on my interests, find a consort or concubine or three, and enjoy occasionally heading out to do minor quests."<br/><br/>He sighed, and suddenly seemed to deflate, finally able to complain to someone. "I didn't ask for this. I just wanted to do a couple adventures, and then start researching. I didn't want the Orkenbane title, I didn't want to die several times, and I certainly didn't want to become some higher power's questing boy."<br/><br/>He shook himself, and then looked up at her. "As for the armor, custom built by one of those powers I mentioned to ensure that I was able to do the work. I will admit that I haven't died since getting it, but still...<br/><br/>Any other questions?"