He nodded, and then smirked again, his humor having slowly returned. "Maybe I should ask Vorela to come back here, let you teach her how to be a counselor. I doubt she would mind a chance to come back and say hi. She wanted to come this time, but Saffron needed someone to watch and talk to. Strangely enough, a hobgoblin bard was my second choice of helping her. Strange times. Or maybe I am the strange one. Anyways, thanks for listening, the advice, and the scroll. I have a couple temples popping up in Elsir Vale on the Raz plane. have an acolyte or two come over, help me give poor Pelor a heart attack as we mercilessly corrupt the pure and innocent. And if you don't feel like expanding in that direction, I will see you at that meeting in a few months, with my Solar. She might want a couple lessons."<br/><br/>He stood up, and gave her a tired salute, before offering the avatar a hand to help her up. After she had left, he let himself out the front door, leaving a thank you note and a donation of a few gems as thansk for the room. He then warped back to the mansion, and looked around, feeling a bit better now.