Ancalagon sighed and laned against the wall, silently thanking the draconic gods that this was not going to be as bad as he thought. At least they had not screamed, yet...<br/><br/>He shoved the thought aside, and said, "Not useless, a danger to you. I left to protect you. I have enemies, and if they knew of your existance, they would not hesitate to harm, rape, maim, and then kill you for fun and the off chance it would hurt me.<br/><br/>As for what I have done, after several attempts to find my own little place to call home, I finally managed to get my little dream going. I have taken control of an abandoned castle, and have the loyalty of nearly a dozen towns. I have my home finally started, and have gained enough power to not have to worry about being forced out by some upstart with a sword. Now it would take a sizable army.<br/><br/>Among other things, several temples to Hextor and other dark gods have been raided by myself, with the help of a few others, and several more cave systems, sewers, and other places where an adventurer can ply their trade has also had me pass through."<br/><br/>He shrugs and then continues, "Most of what I have been doing is wandering from place to place, rtying to find a suitable home for what I intend to do. That does not mean I have had a saintful life since I left, but I have been trying to not be a complete menace to everything around me."