He snorted, and then shrugged. "You are easy to talk to, and the least likely to judge me to my face. Or at least, you at least pretend to wait and think about it, before offering advice. Which is a lot easier for a former mortal like me to stomach. Everyone else seemed to have been of the attitude 'Lose the power and die like a good mortal.' Hardly grounds for making allies or friends. But anyways..."<br/><br/>He gave her an overview of what had happened since the last time, the Red Hand, Tiamat, the collection he had accidentally started, the conversion of Tiamat's fane, his meeting with Pelor, and then what he had found in the desert. "Needless to say, not AS busy as the first two hundred years, but I am young and hungry, so exploring is natural."<br/><br/>He paused a moment, and then laughed. "And that metaphor had more meanings then intended."