Daminor grins, and extends his hand. "Trade ya. Being a dashing, handsome, and charming rogue isn't quite as useful when you're married, after all." He laughs, and retracts his hand. "Lighten up... even if you are all-knowing and all-seeing, you still won't understand women. She'll get over it. Hell, she'd warmed up to me, before we met you, once... then I, err,<em>accidentally</em>grabbed her ass, and that was the end of that." He rolls up his sleeve, to show off a thin, white scar. "Got this for my trouble."<br/><br/>He gestures around the town, which is about half-rebuilt, although there's more than twice as many people here than evacuated from Drellin's Ferry in the first place, and that's just who's visible. "It's amazing. The entire Vale came together, after the fighting. Once Brindol was finished, hundreds of people went with us, to rebuild all of the communities. And then those elves showed up... their magic has really made this go quickly. They're talking about rebuilding the Old Bridge, making crossing the river easy again. Might need to change the town's name, especially with the elven community right across the river. Some people are even talking about rebuilding Vraath Keep, making Maura and me Lord and Lady of this region. Even Jarmaath seemed to like the idea, especially since we've got the papers to prove it. Imagine, me, a Lord. Ha!"