Draiss didn't offer a feast in his mansion, as it wouldn't be able to serve everyone in the town, and he REALLY didn't want the mages and priests to relax in it for too long. They might start noticing things. Like what Cerulean just told him.<br/><br/>He choked into his goblet, having tried to breath while drinking, and then gave Cerulean a glare as he tried to recover his dignity. "First off, before you start making accusations about me being a god, please wait until I am not eating or drinking so I don't choke to death. Hell of a way to go, survived the siege only to be killed by my elf at the victory celebration. Second, do I seem like the kind of guy who would be a god? Gods are supposed to be these all knowing individuals that are impossible to hurt, except by heroes of unspeakable power and other gods. Fourth, or third for those of us keeping track, remember that little stand I did at the gorge? Do you remember how many arrows I had sticking out of me when I got back? How about when we dealt with the hobgoblins on the road to the ferry? Remember me taking arrows then? And fourth, do I really seem to have the personality for a god? I am a bit more 'happy go lucky, devil may care, and blast first, ask questions in a year if ever' than most gods seem to be. I am not counting the gnomes in on this, of course, because that described their entire race."