Draiss gave her a look, before shaking his head. "No, I said I came here to feel BETTER. Or when I start feeling cocky. These three walls are for when I start feeling I am right, know what I am doing, etc, because, looking at the nearly two million names on all three of them, I don't."<br/><br/>He spun around in his chair, and stared at the wall behind him. The name he focused on was of a half elf, holding a baby, saying how glad he was to have lived through the Brindol siege, due to a cleric being nearby when an arrow had gotten him in the gut. One of the clerics Draiss had suggested to be on the wall until the siege ladders and towers got to the walls. "And this wall is for when I need to remind myself, after being outmaneuvered, outplayed, and finding I had to kill too many, that I can, rarely, do something right."<br/><br/>He swiveled back around and picked a name, the first one he had chosen. "Grarul Halfsword, orc warrior, age 18, had a wife, Hreal Illwill, and two children, can't recall their names off the top of my head. First kills of the third orc village destroyed while looking for who had killed my mother. Slipped inside his house during dinner, knife to the throat, to keep him from screaming, then stabbing his shoulder, fire spell under the table to keep them from running by burning their legs. He begged for his family's lives, so I started with the mother, opening her throat from ear to ear, same to oldest child, son, before the others kicked the door in. Fireball to the warrior in the door, burning the last two in the house alive, also burned myself a bit, but I was already diving out a window. Need I go on?"