He grinned. "Then tell them that they know Draiss Orkenbane. Most of the kids call me uncle Draiss, and the fact that the Archdragon's other name is Draiss is not a well known fact. Besides, a bit of exposure is good for them, gets them out from underfoot for some... uh, hehe, 'quality time'? Besides, I can be pretty convincing about that. And they seem smart enough to understand the dangers of letting that noise out. Assuming whoever was listening didn't believe it was an imaginary friend or a character from one of Daminor's stories."<br/><br/>He stuck his tongue out at Maura, before wrapping an arm around a shoulder. "Besides, you could come here to relax, let your hair down, enjoy the hotsprings. Besides your retainers are supposed to be good enough to run things without constant oversight. And even if Maura is a bit of a busybody. But we love her for it anyway."<br/><br/>He sat down at the table and glanced over to where the wyrmlings and very young dragons had broken out a simplied mortality board, more complex than chess, but faster paced. He sighed softly, and summoned drinks for everyone. "Besides, they are kids, they need to be able to let go every once in a while. Though what I am going to do to get my adopted and blood related dragons out into the material plane soon is going to be interesting. So, how have the shadow stalkers been doing about keeping the peace? I would rather get an outside opinion rather than from their Oversoul, because it is about efficiency and percentages and that kind of thing. I would rather have a biased opinion so I know where to improve."<br/><br/>They talked shop and history, Draiss revealing, to the amusement of Garven and Vorela and Ashara's horror the plane with the metallics having a worse reputation than chromactics, as well as how everything seemed to be doing.