Draiss grinned and nodded. "Yes, that merc guild is the remains of a scouting and foraging patrol that tried to hit Drellin's Ferry about a month after the fight. I quietly convinced them to go elsewhere, gave them some of the supplies, and suggested merc work instead of banditry on the account that they would be more likely to live longer. The temples are mine, yes. The big one up in the Wyrmsmokes, the Fane? Yes, that is mine. Now."<br/><br/>He let his smile fade slightly, before tapping the table, bringing up an illusion of the army that had attacked the town, and included on the side the forces that had been at the other locations. "Notice anything odd about the groups?"<br/><br/>He waited a few seconds, before shuffling the forces to bring the four dragons to the front. "The army had four true dragons, chromatics, only the white's left out because they are, to put it politely, frelling retarded until they hit about five centuries. And this is what the Fane looked like before and after I took it over."<br/><br/>He tapped the table again, bringing up what the Fane had looked like before he had gone in, and afterwards. "I am sure the Lady can guess why I added the condition to my possession of the Fane. Please do NOT say that deity's name aloud, it draws their attention."