She responds to the small talk, gushing over the technical details, mentioning that she had to hire someone, solely to run her accounts and manage sales, because she was too busy, otherwise. The aspect was performing the job admirably, and had already rooted out over a half-dozen suspect individuals, and managed to clean up the guild's public image quite a bit.<br/><br/>Inari greeted him curtly, as always, her face a passive mask, nodding in response to his polite talk, seemingly not terribly interested in him, or anything; while she treats him with respect, he can tell her thoughts are directed elsewhere.<br/><br/>Cerul was pleased to see him, Maura and Daminor inviting him in warmly, and offering him a hearty dinner; it was shortly after the harvest, so food was plentiful. Drellin's Ferry had grown considerably; the old bridge had finally been rebuilt, uniting the town once more, and allowing easy crossing of the river. The elven community had grown significantly, with elves from other regions moving in, and mingling with the human society, and a few more half-elves had been added to the world, just recently.<br/><br/>Back in the desert, things were fairly peaceful. The destruction of the army had destroyed a majority of the more wicked forces in the region, including crippling an entire clan of fire giants, forcing them to join with another, lest they face extinction. Draiss had become quite more well-known in the area, though, especially with the fact that thousands of captives had declared him the person who'd saved them, and a bit of hero worship had started around town. Since anyone who knew of his evil deeds was dead or on another plane, he only had a reputation for being the big damn hero. It wasn't enough to earn him any devotees; they worshiped him as a hero, not a deity, after all, but he'd find any tavern he went to, the drinks were free, and there were a few more discounts around town, despite his 'low-class' due to his apparent race.