He simply nodded, not bothering to point out he still had 'toys' and techniques that a full fledged god would have, though he was worried that some of the more advanced ones would shatter him. So he wouldn't use those ones yet. "Barid never relied on 'mere' mortals, preferring augmented troops when possible. And while I have no doubt they are good, they are still limited by being 'of the flesh.' But they would probably be equal, unit for unit, to a shadow stalker. The death guard would be equal to his personal guards, and the death guard commanders would be equal to his best lieutenants.<br/><br/>Or all that would be true, IF they were all in passable condition and at their normal numbers. As is, yes, I plan to be quiet and stay low. First though, Brindol and Dellin's Ferry."<br/><br/>He froze, unease flickering about his face as he hit a 'memory bump,' concern consuming his face as he began popping his knuckles, one after the other as he tried to get his brain back into this time line. "Drellin? Derrin? Dammit. What was the name?"