Reaper simply turned its attention to the drow, and waited a moment, before speaking slowly and carefully. "Ma'am. It has been two hundred and fifty years, roughly, for you since the Verdelet war ended on the tower. It has been damned near two MILLENNIA for us and the Creator. I think I know a few things about dealing with odd situations. And this one certainly qualifies."<br/><br/>It turned to Jashah, having finished redirecting troops. "Can you fix the damage you saw? Without needing the support of your entire population?"