He shook his head, before handing over the deed. "Yes you could, and I would then have to work around you and your descendants, as well as the town, and having to do that means that eventually humans either die out or are forced to move out from this region due to pressure from the other races. Needless to say, I would like to avoid that if at all possible, and I suspect you would as well."<br/><br/>He stood up, and nodded to the couple, before heading out, trying to ignore the horrified look on Lady Tredora's face, as he rather calmly spoke of genocide and forced displacement of several towns. He felt like an ass, but he knew that was the fate of the races and various holdouts against him, and was merely warning them.<br/><br/>He shook his head, before concentrating, giving Masaema a vision of the temple he had created from the Fane of Tiamat. "That is located where I defeated a dark goddess of destruction. If you have need for grand, it will be more than satisfactory. Humble, simple, and approachable. The other gods, pardon my lack of respect, have lost touch with most of their followers. I would like to try and avoid that mistake, and believe me, Prophet Masaema, I will personally deal with any follower that thinks that my house will allow for an easy way to gain power over others. Helping others, regardless of race or alignment, is one of the tenants I believe in, though if they refuse our help and attack us, or accept the help and then try to double cross us, give them righteous fury. But individuals are not stereotypes, so give everyone a chance."<br/><br/>He paused, before shaking his head with a disgusted sigh. "And that means that I have to stop blasting every orc I come across."