He stiffed, crystals sprouting from his shoulders as his magic reacted to his anger, before he crushed it down. "Well, excuse me for ATTEMPTING to stay ahead of my opponent who, I might remind you, is a beyonder host trying to unmake the multiplanarverse. And Fate, perverse little meddler that she is, will likely have us fighting to the death in a small area yet again, just like the first time where she put her fucking trident through my back, through my spine, heart, and both lungs, before twisting it. I would LIKE to avoid doing that again. Besides, raise you hands if you have been enjoying those shiny new magic weapons, armor, and items I have been handing out like they were going out of style?"<br/><br/>He waited a moment, before nodding at the raised hands. "Every last ONE OF THEM came from that damn cave. All of you have the GALL to stand here, accusing me of being a suicidal glory hound, but not one of you has done CRAP to get anything done without my expressed help and support. Well, if you are going to be like that, all of it back. Now. And then do something without my constructs providing support, protection, and advise. There is maybe four of you who could continue to do anything of even remotely approaching useful, and Jashah, bad news, you ain't one of them. In fact, I am taking you with me tomorrow to the meeting, so you can SEE what I am trying to stay effective against. Yes, the meeting tomorrow when I and Verdelet will get three samples from the beyonder collective. Who knows, might help put things in perspective for you."