He listened to her comments, staring off into the distance for a moment before answering. "I have not created slaves. My sons can, and often do, tell me to shut the hell up and go there while I am at it when I start making foolish decisions. I ask for and respect that. Many do not want anything to do with the physical and organic worlds, instead choosing ones where calculations, math, hard facts decide all. And let me ask you something, what race is not enslaved, in some form or another? My sons know when I will allow them to walk whatever path they choose alone, and they know it will not be long, especially not for a construct race. Well, before an elf could die from old age, likely before a half elf could as well. A human lifetime is unlikely, but close. They support me during my phase of extreme vulnerability, then they choose collectively on whether to stay or more away, to find their own destinies. It is not a perfect solution, but the best I can do, being based on a merely flawed mortal, and not a perfect being like a true god, or apparently a fey."<br/><br/>The last was added with a small smile and clearly meant as a not serious jibe, before he stood up. "Currently, the shadow stalker collective is content with the deal, and honestly, what more can something ask for?"