Draiss grinned, and nodded. "Definitely, as it will explain the multitude of grandchildren, both adopted and by blood, among... other things."<br/><br/>He slid her four drinks, an equally mischievous grin on his face, before resuming the story, of the Red hand, capturing Ulwei and defeating Tyraguna, of courting Cerulean. Of then going to Union, and getting Avi and Nadriina, and then going to collect Vorela, saving her from a rapist blue. Of him accidentally releasing Kammy and then, even more accidentally, binding her to him so thoroughly she rarely ever truly fought with him, only kids and her seemed to do that. Of creating the shadow stalkers and his death and forge worlds, and of meeting or, more correctly, rescuing most everyone else. At the end, he grinned at her, before shrugging. "And I think that covers about what I have been up to for the last four hundred or so years."