Draiss grinned, and gave Ama a hug, before heading off.<br/><br/>He gave Nadriina flat look, disbelief clear in both his mind and on his face, before he tilted his head to the side. After a moment, he shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know you are done, but I am still waiting for the rest of the message. This is like Pelor putting me up for the 'Model God of the Century' award. It just doesn't happen. Uh, I will get back to Lloth on that, but it is fairly serious, actually, since I just got done brokering a truce with the beyonders."<br/><br/>He glanced up at the surge of emotions from his divine familiar, and shook his head. "No, I don't want to talk about it. It was depressing as hell."<br/><br/>He formed a sofa and threw himself onto it, groaning at the thought. "So, the divine hangerons didn't say anything really important happened, but what about you? Any strokes of genius that this poor, deluded, instinctive god should be aware of?"