He grinned at him, before shrugging. "Shocks are good for you, get the heart going, keep it strong. You know, questions like that made you dad pull out a hidden bottle of alcohol. Would you like me to presummon you one so you can get fortified early?"<br/><br/>He summoned a bottle of the new alcohol from earlier, figuring he would need something so smooth it didn't even register it was in his mouth. Once he was ready, he showed him the same board he had shown Tysinni and her father. "This is the mess that is the divine alliances. Needless to say, this web is all set to explode the second someone does something stupid. One wrong move, and everyone is attacking everyone else. This is what your dad saw, by the way, that got the bottle I mentioned out."<br/><br/>He sighed, before twisting the illusion, and fielding a new, huge set off to the side of the board, arranged to have all the other pieces surrounded, and from behind. "And THESE pieces are the ones my constructs are being used against. For the most part. The ones not are either exploring new planes and making maps, or protecting my followers."<br/><br/>He grinned at him, before shrugging. "And be of good cheer, as they haven't failed to stop the beyonders yet. The worst part? I am the only thing, with my companions and followers, between the beyonders and the planes. Very few of the other gods even believe they exist. Nevermind I showed them several cases where the beyonders were influencing things, including one war that had me commit a far larger amount of constructs than I should have, but saving that plane was worth it. Now, would you like to keep drinking, or would you like to forget this and keep believing everything is part of a plan of the divine, and they aren't as willfully ignorant as the nobles we were laughing at earlier?"