"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," she says, kissing him again.<br/><br/>As he sleeps, he'll notice that, for the first time since his ascension, the nightmares seem particularly muted; they're still present, but, now, they seem to almost be being held back, as if someone were watching over him and protecting him, throughout them.<br/><br/>The next year passes, fairly uneventfully, though the rest of his women share their approval of his being cleansed, noting a distinct difference in his presence. As the year passes, his new 'pleasure island' begins to attract quite a few, select visitors, from all across the planes; primarily bards and other rumor-mongers, first, though the word quickly spreads to the wealthy and elite, and, by the year's end, the island is almost always at capacity, running all hours of the day.